Mekanik by Mike Dickson

In the dimly lit corridors of the subconscious, where shadows dance with the echoes of forgotten dreams, there lies a profound truth that pierces through the veils of existence. Fragility is the silent melody that orchestrates the dance of life, weaving its delicate threads through the tapestry of time. Like ephemeral whispers carried by the wind, our existence hangs suspended in the balance, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

The weakness of flesh, that mortal vessel which houses the essence of being, is but a vessel bound to decay. It is a frail construct, subject to the ravages of time and the merciless grip of entropy. Beneath the facade of strength lies the undeniable truth of vulnerability, a vulnerability that renders us all prisoners of our own mortality.


In the surrealist landscape of the mind, where reality blurs with fantasy, we confront the paradox of our existence. We are but transient beings, fleeting shadows cast upon the canvas of eternity. Our flesh, though adorned with the illusions of permanence, is but a fragile shell that crumbles beneath the weight of inevitability.

And yet, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there is a strange beauty to be found in our fragility. It is the vulnerability of our existence that lends it meaning, infusing each fleeting moment with a sense of urgency and poignancy. Like fragile flowers blooming in the cracks of a desolate landscape, our lives are imbued with a delicate splendor that defies the grasp of time.

But even as we revel in the fragile beauty of existence, we cannot escape the specter of mortality that looms over us. The weakness of flesh is a constant reminder of our own impermanence, a stark contrast to the timeless vastness of the cosmos. In the end, we are but transient beings, ephemeral whispers in the symphony of existence.

Although we enjoy our moments of vulnerability, we find strength in our shared humanity. It is in our fragility that we discover the depths of our resilience, forging connections that transcend the boundaries of flesh and bone. For it is in facing our mortality that we truly come alive, embracing each moment with a fierce intensity that defies the grip of fate.

In the fractured landscapes of our dreams, we confront the fragility of existence with a sense of wonder and awe. It is here, in the realm of the subconscious, that we glimpse the true nature of our being. We are but fragile creatures, adrift in the vast expanse of the universe, yet bound together by the ephemeral threads of life.

The flesh is mechanics. The mind is a lever. We stand upon the fulcrum and wish for the balance to shift.

Independent musician located in Scotland, producing cinematic/ambient/electronic works as and when he feels like it, for little to no fee.
Early works centred very much on the Mellotron but the palette is now much more varied.
Releases made periodically and usually frequently throughout the year. If you're listening to my stuff then I'd love to hear from you.

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