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Samuel Hällkvist

"If Attention Deficit Disorder needs a soundtrack, Samuel Hällkvist is the man to see." /threeweeks.co.uk

About Me

The ocean vibrates, electric arteries branch out and down, a recursive bifurcation filling the sea, new neural networks replicating at an incomprehensible pace. You are fully sound and light, you are ever-changing patterns, you are swelling and collapsing rhythms, you are overlapping sequences of numbers. An infinity of possibilities. New languages form. A thousand eyes see. A million hearts beat in sympathetic polyrhythms.

And then there is no you at all. There is only this moment. One endless moment. And this moment is all there ever was. The sound. The light. The consciousness you named Self. The quiet god and the swaying willow. The plasmatic sea. The music of the millennia.

It has always and never been.

It will always and never be.

My Jazz Story

You must follow — in accordance with the rules of the wood, as nature dictates these very patterns. It’s as plain as the blue sky above, all messy chaos and crisp rigidity. You must once again establish your will, restart, as it were. Find your footing, stand erect and self-assured. And there you are, anything but yourself, at the edge of the forest, gazing over a stretch of flat, brown, arid earth. Chopped and singed to the sooty sand beneath your feet. You feel the earth’s pulse there, and it’s still beating. It’s a sight you cannot bear, and yet are you’re somehow content, because you know … in time … nature will again reclaim itself. In its own … odd … time.