Timewerks by Mike Dickson

In the labyrinthine passages of existence, where past, present, and future intertwine like threads in a cosmic tapestry, we are but transient voyagers on an inexorable journey towards the unknown. Time, that elusive specter, sweeps us along its currents with a relentless momentum, rendering our existence but a fleeting whisper in the vast symphony of eternity.

The progression of the seconds is an enigmatic dance, an eternal waltz that carries us inexorably forward, heedless of our desires or aspirations. With each passing moment, we are confronted with the stark reality of our own mortality, reminded of the brevity of our existence in the grand plans of the cosmos.

But within the ephemeral confines of our finite lives, there exists a profound beauty - one borne of the fleeting nature of our breath. It is in the transience of our being that we find the impetus to seize each moment with a fervent intensity, to embrace the ghosts of joys and sorrows that define the human experience.

In the mind's lost landscapes, where reality blurs with fantasy, we confront the paradox of time's passage. We are simultaneously bound by its relentless march and liberated by its fluidity, existing in a perpetual state of flux between past, present, and future.

Even as we grapple with the relentless march of time, there is solace to be found in the realization that our existence is but a small part of a much larger whole. We are but brief interludes in the grand narrative of the universe, ephemeral manifestations of cosmic energy given form for the briefest of moments.

And yet, within the confines of our finite lives, we find the capacity for boundless creativity and expression. It is in the brevity of our existence that we discover the urgency to leave our mark upon the world, to carve out our own fleeting legacy amidst the vast expanse of time.

In the surrealist landscape of the mind, where reality bends and twists like a river flowing through the subconscious, we confront the paradox of our own mortality. We are but transient beings, swept along by the relentless tide of time, yet imbued with a timeless essence that transcends the limitations of flesh and bone.

And so, as we navigate the labyrinthine passages of time, let us embrace the fleeting beauty of our existence with a sense of wonder and awe. For in the brevity of our lives lies the infinite potential for meaning and purpose, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit amidst the ceaseless turning of the constellations.

Independent musician located in Scotland, producing cinematic/ambient/electronic works as and when he feels like it, for little to no fee.
Early works centred very much on the Mellotron but the palette is now much more varied.
Releases made periodically and usually frequently throughout the year. If you're listening to my stuff then I'd love to hear from you.

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