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2016

by 23trees

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Karma suspiciously looked at those rarely used black and white keys on a family piano. There was something about those that made her curious mind want to jump right at them, but then, she remembered sharply it's rumbling noises that always made her regret her little transgressions almost instantly. Night was silent as it should be, everybody was asleep, but then, everybody in their stupid festive drunken soiree forgot to put water in her little porcelain cup. Even her young best friend, not taking part in adult’s alcoholic orgies around the stupid spiky tree in the corner of the room with those cursed twinklingly disturbing lights, forgot about her and she never ever does. There was some deliberation to do inside the cat's own mind, the prospect of waking everybody in the room gave her tremendous joy, but she herself was not so fond of loud noises. Every previous time she jumped on those damnable keys she bounced even higher landing on them again only for the noise to become that much louder. She took one more look around the room from her favourite shelf just above the piano, the guest all snorted in their self-satisfied sleep, dreaming their stupid snowy dreams, what with reindeers and flying coach and other unthinkable monstrosities, sniffed a little to remember this quiet little moment, a calm before the storm and jumped.
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Karmacopia 04:01
3.
VacuumVerse 03:27
Karma was in a strange dream. She was afloat in mid-air and through tiny, round windows opening in all directions in this small room all she could see was night sky. Left, right, up or down, everywhere she looked around her she was surrounded by blackness spotted with stars with only the strange, curved wall between her and the abyss. She couldn't sense any direction, nothing led her to fall down, she turned slowly this way and that, but she couldn't feel the way she should land on her feet. She looked about to spot that one window opened to another area, similar in shape to the one she occupied. There was a button flickering next to that window. In the window there was a furiously red face of the idiot uncle trying to say something Karma gave not the slightest fuck to even try to understand. She made herself sharply roll which gave her some really fuckin' slow momentum. Ooookaaay, she tried again, and found that she could slowly control her movement in a series of wild twists and turns. It must have looked mental to the idiot next door, because he looked redder in the face with every weird-looking twist she made. Slowly she made it to the window and this idiot’s face screaming something obviously pointing his eyes towards the twinkling red button next to the window. She could honestly not give less a fuck about the idiot anyway, but something about his wild affect gave away that he really didn't want that button pushed. Karma licked her paws and let the idiot stew in his panic just that bit more. He was really funny, frothing at his mouth, almost pleading for mercy if the idiot ever knew how to do such undignified things in the first place. Karma put her paw gently on the button which sent the bastard into full on panic mode swearing at her most profanely, almost like he expected that the less respect he directed at her the more she was to oblige his rageful demands. There was something pitiful about him not being able to beg for mercy. Well, karma licked her paw and pressed the button dispassionately. The airlock opened and uncle receded quickly, sucked out into vacuum, his quickly frozen face full of surprise at his untimely end at the paws of the creature so beneath himself it beggared belief. Sleep dear uncle, sleep, with this beautiful moment etched for all eternity into your stupid synapses. Bye, bye, uncle. Karma woke up with a satisfied grin on her face, until she met uncle's hateful stare across the room, like they shared the same dream only with reversed roles. He looked for a moment at Karma with his tiny hateful eyes, got up and stormed out of the room with spiky tree. Well, serves the asshole all right. Bucket of water, phew.
4.
I'm at the apartment. Momentary lucidity hits me suddenly like a bag of hundred pounds, right in the middle of my face. Such freshness, optimal modus operandi, who could have hoped for this? The place is in bad shape, faecal stains all over the walls, stench, but all of that doesn't surprise me one bit. It was perfectly analogous to my state of mind. The habitat really does reflect the state of one's mind. It is a direct projection of the inhabitant's spirit. It all makes perfect sense, the only thing I can't wrap my head around is – time. I have no memory of this grotesque theatre ever taking place in time, and how much of such a qualia of time has passed in my binge session? The Sirens start wailing. Somebody has called the police, obviously. The Stench, I think to my self. They take me away, with only a few belongings, to a place where they say they will have an answer to my confused mumbling. As I ride in the ambulance I think to myself – only names will cover the earth, only names fall like autumn leaves, swinging around to the rhythm of the wind... It doesn't matter, I mutter again to my self, only names will cover the earth,

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There was a scenography, there was a script. But something went as it was not meant to, totally changing the script... It was phenomenal. Better than I could ever imagine. It webbed itself self and soon I found there was beauty in those unintended veers, knots and sharp turns. Everywhere, everywhere...

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released October 16, 2021

We that Webs We Weave

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23trees Zagreb, Croatia

I’m a soundscapist. These tracks are little cuts of my inner states. I create them on my fairly good headphones (AKG fyi), so I recommend listening on ones of your preference. These pieces should fuel your own inner narratives, they're not
performative. Liquid and morphing often, tracks can even disappear into oblivion. Albums solidify over time. Have access to all the mischief if you buy in.
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