Nobody enters the second zone
there are always enough others to exist
you drift hopelessly through other people
the love they give is more than a geographic boundary
a feeling extends through the infinite flow
half submerged, you connect in, bliss out
INIS shadows the mood of ANAM, this time opening the horizon of the meditative instrumentals into a digital wasteland, inhabited by detached voices which haunt the contemplative zone.
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