I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don’t like anything in the mainstream and they don’t like me.

B.H.

A meditative hymn celebrating the olive tree — a timeless symbol of hope and rootedness.
Taken from The End, Music for Films (Vol. 4) — coming December 2025.

Images from UNRWA, West Bank, 1990’s
Edited by Sabrina Hakim
Recorded by François Baurin at Hinterland Lab
Mastered by Globe Audio Mastering

Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.

G.O.

This isn’t science fiction.
It’s something quieter—closer.
A study in how things unravel when no one’s watching.

What if time isn’t moving forward, but circling back on itself?
What if two moments—two versions of you—are occupying the same space?
Would you even notice?

Physics tells us space bends.
That time warps.
That reality isn’t fixed—but filtered.

So what happens when something slips through the filter?

“On social media, a post of denunciation can garner millions of views, enriching the platforms that embody those very inequalities. Anger becomes their algorithm, their profit.
The System knows this and can afford to monetize even the most ferocious dissent, because the masses are fragmented, hypnotized. “Revolution” is entertainment. Venting is a catharsis that evaporates in a like.
The System lets people scream because has understood that today, more than ever, the bloodless masses don’t make “revolutions”; they just watch videos proclaiming “revolutions.””

W.I.

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather.

B.H.