Not an event but an instant.

The slower you go, the clearer the synchronicity. Diving deep into where the organic and digital are undivided.

We form from this metamorphosis

Dark matter flowing out on to a tape

Is only as loud as the silence it breaks

Most things decay in a matter of days

The product is sold the memory fades

Crushed like a rose

In the river flow

I am I know

Dark Matter || Porcupine Tree