Journey To Pyramid

Step pyramid at Teotihuacán in rust colors
Pyramid Of The Moon1

And the westward path continues, sliding three feet high over Caribbean waters, past the shores of the Yucatán. Journey To Pyramid. Teotihuacán looms in the distance, ship runs steady with the Quetzalcoatl mixtape lodged safely in the deck, pulsing sounds of the Mental Cube booming through the forest. It's a Yage. Stopover at the midpoint between the island and the Heights, the journey's but halfway over — next stop home...


The Future Sound Of London. Papua New Guinea Journey To Pyramid. Papua New Guinea. Dougans, Brian and Gary Cobain. Jumpin' & Pumpin', 1992. Vinyl.

Concave Dreams

The giant radio telescope at the Arecibo Observatory

The arrival at Arecibo. Artech in rotation against the sky, circling concentric the vast aluminum dish set within the surface of the Earth. SETIvision. Aerial view. This crater formed from tiles, each animated with the living sleeve of a record brought back from the outer rim. Light pours through each of them, clockwise from the center and radiating outward.

Reverse the polarity: images and sound project into the heavens, transmissions emitted to the outer rim — spirits returned to their place of origin. Reverse the polarity: reflection received and synced, pulsing in perfect harmony with itself — ringing in resonance as the sub-levels grow deeper and deeper and deeper. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Pattern #29

Pixelated palm trees swaying on the beach

Gliding westward over vector landscapes — angles cycle in emerald bloom — radiant against a vast horizon cloaked in falling dusk. From cavern lab to telescopic forests, paths plotted in advance are taken. Feel the sounds of Terranova pump through the jungle: you can see the stars tonight.

Shadows Surface

Moving shadows in the caves at Camuy

Moving Shadows scale the cavern walls, climbing out of the deep black and upward through the lush plant life shrouding the surface. Murky shapes emerge against a sky bathed in starlight and equations, the night air warm with possibilities and the pull of the unknown. Camuy stretches out far below into infinity: the deep, dark sanctuary of the underground.

Feel the distant pull of that twisted jazz machinery, spiraling through the darkness in elegant fractals, half-light dancing in the depths. Those elegant rhythms — taken from the outer rim down to this veiled grotto — begin their slow ascent out into the wider world...