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From the Journal (Notes on Enchantment)

There is enough intoxication for me in just listening to spaced-out rhythms.
In the act of arresting time, otherworldly music makes all surreal dreams and dangerous fantasies visible with the unrivaled charm of voices that beautifies the bottomlands of our own psyches.
Such is the groove of fire and blood, heavy but hallucinogenic, that sweeps through our exalted hearts,
leaving us invaded by a nostalgic sense of a liminal realm between love and revolution: the rational mind in collapse.
What a mysterious aura this ecstasy brings with it by hindsight!

A poem by Yuyu Narayu, illustrated by Satwika Kresna.

- SK

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