Three by Cities in Flight

Over the crest and through the trough of this wave and the next.

As the title indicates, this is the third in an ongoing series of longer-form ambient pieces created with the idea of "traveling without moving" or "falling asleep to making music to fall asleep to."

The latter continues to be the personal criteria for testing which I'd say has been met and exceeded, as Nancy can attest to witnessing yours truly dozing on the couch with these pieces on repeat.

It seems the current state of lockdown/world-on-pause-as-it-teeters has been a freeze-frame tableau of uncertainty, anxiety, and contemplation. And sometimes switching off that light for a little bit isn't necessarily a capitulation to the darkness, but a respite from the seizure-inducing lights pulsing on both sides of one's eyelids.

There's a point of inflection where the inner space is the outer space, and vice versa. It's not a place with a fixed address, and I can't say that I've visited, let alone found, that place yet, but perhaps the search is more important than the discovery.