@@mikeexits Sleep Dealer and Stress Waves are Oneohtrixpoint Never songs. I think bazinga was what Sheldon from Big Bang Theory would say when he would make a joke.
“Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...” - Neuromancer
Enjoyed this very much. The unique beautiful compositions are good for doing tasks. I haven't tried it for sleep yet, but I think the music works either way---for sleep and for doing things around the house or wherever. I'm pleasantly surprised and am happy to know this kind of creativity still exists.
I always fall asleep listening to Autechre. a few hours later I wake up to ''The Pretender''. And it was some magical travel.. beyond my consciousness...
For some reason (unknown) I have my VPN set to Brazil, and so this nice ambient mix and monochromatic picture is intermittently punctuated by these vivid commercials blasting samba music, all bright coral orange pinks and lime greens and electric blues. It's an interesting contrast, I HIGHly recommend it. Also, I'm not sure that we're even here, that we even exist, so
I've been listening to this mix a ton for a few years now, and I wanna thank you for putting it together. I become so much more productive whenever I put it on and do homework, it's a sacred playlist dude thank you so much :p🤘
I fell asleep very quickly and during the first song of the mix I had a dream in which Daniel sang in this one and at the beginning he said "I've never seen a camel", then he was silent and by minute 1:32 he sang "But I'm going to see it" and it was so emotional that I almost woke up in tears.
This reminds me of the time passing while I looked through the window of a high building in a very cold city that I'll probably never go to again. I see everyone here and everyone being normal and I feel like a Calabi-Yau manifold standing out in a crowd of normal geometric shapes. I don't know. From the outside I'm pretty normal. Sometimes I wish I could be some sort of four-dimensional creature just to look inside my tiny mind and see how dumb and troubled it might seem in a so detailed set of dimensions. Might be really funny. I'll see it someday. I'll be normal and finally just blend. Finally. It's been a long while since no one corresponds to these rambles of disorder but when I become normal I'll say normal things and be like all the normal geometric shaped heads in the crowd. Lots of people will correspond and I'll just forget of my childhood, when I was supposed to be doing my course on manifold but I'm writing things on RU-vid. Soon I'll change. Those guys that I've talked about for one year and something, hopefully will disappear. They're the only other abnormally shaped here. They keep appearing out of nowhere. I wish I could stop hearing to them talk and scream and whisper and ask for a bit of my water. Soon or later, they might leave. It would be nice to be able to answer instead of just seeing them around the rooms I pass through. They're always there. When the aerodynamic flow slips through my fingers the only things that are left are my memories, their images and God. It's a pain to make them leave, honestly. I don't think they're good, nobody does when I tell their stories. But they can change, just as I might be able to too. And I'll watch the ones that still live change slowly, I'll help them. I'll be their stairs, their Cauchy criterion to get motivated and climb high in life with no regrets or useless pleasures. I'll be here for them as I watch them slowly get away and me becoming the thing I wished for so long. Beautiful, normal. I won't be hyperkäler anymore. I'll just be R3. Just a plain, with nothing that makes me unique. Finally, I'll be like everyone else, and die peacefully, because no one will ever know about this story. And I'll be able to be sure that they changed and got away. That they are now happy. And when I hear them scream my name from up there, I'll turn the complex manifold of time around and throw a piece of paper over them. " You are not alone, I'm here with you as you were with me when I was a child. ". They'll look up and possibly question themselves. They won't see me, but I'll be there, lighting all the lights from the city smiling at how shocked they will be. And if they die first, that's ok too. We'll meet, they'll change, and we'll watch every single day on every single city for every single eternity. We'll laugh about mistakes and tell silly stories, invent new ones, discover new things, and reunite, we'll bring the others back and we'll change the climate to one we like. We made it. We deserve it. We changed. And we're literally over the Earth with God watching everything pass by. Looking down we'll figure that our purposes weren't to be useless. They were something else. Be useless, with a little spice on top. We'll do weird noises, cook weird food, mold the fabric of reality in another way just to tell about something very specific that we lived. We'll go into rooms and buildings and landscapes, and venture throughout life, just as we did before, but separated. Different years and places. Two rectangle triangles, opposite angles. I honestly can't wait.
My own like is there, hehe. This is the most specific I've ever written. He won't listen, he's stuck. But I want to tell him someday, I really want to tell him that it's not his fault. Just as with me. I want to tell him that I failed too, me and all the others. And I'll hug him and give a giant rational function integral for him to solve. He'll hate it. He'll either smile or scream for me to get away from him. I'll go away anyways, but I'll say " I am here for you, and I'll always come back. ", do a little V with my hand and walk away. And I'll visit him every week and repeat, whether he wants it or not. It's 1:35AM and my studies on topology await me. Let's do this, I will stop crying inside and go on and solve all I need to solve.
It is interesting, every time I play this music, little beads of sweat accumulate across my furrowed brow and little globules of blood begin to rupture like fading stars across the periphery of my buttocks.
Trouble with being born wasn't a great sleeping track. The humming sound through that track sounds a lot like an alarm and even though I had it very low, it still bothered me.
The transition into Time Decanted, and the decision to change its key to better ease into it from Stress Waves--completely brilliant. I got chills. OPN Forever. Don't worry for anyone out there that wants to use this as background to get work done--you can definitely do that too.
"Lazer to Lazer" has always been able to settle me down. I can be going through the worst anxiety, depression, anger, whatever. It teleports me to a place where none of that shit exists. The mix is perfection, thanks for making it.
@@arturzaduryan6108 I think having a mentality of needing to "being saved from" something is an unhealthy externalization of one's agency and power. This is how the powers that shouldn't be want us to think. We should take responsibility for our own lives ourselves (sounds like common sense, but it's surprisingly uncommon), hence why I suggested alternative platforms. Tresorit is also good for cloud storage, Protonmail for email, Brave for a web browser, etc.
