Tangerine Dream

Zeit

Lucy in the Sky

Where am I? Who am I? Am I the plaything of a neurotic fantasy? An erudite illusion? I am a man lost in the icy vastness of the temporal magma.

"Zeit" is the absolute absence of reference. I walk, muddling through, in the heart of this infinite monument, antechamber of nothingness. There is no more space, no limit. But an indistinct, falsely random path. The walls are in perpetual movement, an unspeakable and intoxicating waltz, sometimes an overwhelming, oppressive ... read more