thierry massard / 8 mars 2021 - 19:16
Once again, in these tormented times, it will be particularly delicate to restrict superlatives. How can we fail to glimpse an emerging hypothetical and fluctuating truth? When the tortuous feelings of a concealed identity (R∞) finally come to ignite the ramp of a deserted, fallow stage. A luminous incandescence suddenly reanimated. Thus, superlatives will soon spring forth (clear of mind). We now feel the drunkenness of the depths, contenting ourselves with pseudo-evidences falsified by the topicality of depressive destinies. A heavy past definitively buried, and a new balance of forces in presence. To finally reach the enviable sensory escalation (balance of force), to reconnect with a daily experience, a smiling nugget. "NEOZEN" the flavour, sweet or strong, of a tunnel exit and this sudden landscape that offers itself to our eyes, unless we are, once again, in front of an illusory memory, a reminiscence whose origin we look for in vain (shadow of heart) the frame somewhat rigidified by the rust of an evanescent and painless electronica (motion of wave). "NEOZEN" is indeed a superiorly painless realisation because historically and reasonably ageless, a hyaluronic acid (centre of focus) of which we abuse and will abuse again and again, until the next day, the inescapable amnesia of the next day. The oblivion of those who refuse the torments of a nostalgia that has become too sweet and lukewarm.
( a DeepL rough translation )
Merci Szym Lebowski