singularity to me is 1111. the moment when we remember existence and the moment when we forget complete nothingness, silent, numb and distorted. the point of no return and the point where everyone and everything matters. destruction in nature disturbing in beauty. the flesh of being human, for living thy truth, and falling prey unto the gravitational pull in every which way only to be laid upon the cold concrete. i created these beats in one of my deepest saddest moments, longing in regret but knowing for health, for singularity, for peace, mind, body, soul, and to live it was the only choice. the most difficult to allow and to become one with the intelligence of thy universal flow known as singularity... know that i weeped for you so,
this is my 11:11:22 birthday gift to you the listener. xoxo. kyriaki