“It is something one can also feel when one thinks that even if there were nothing, the fact that “there is” is undeniable.”
One minute at a mirror changes everything – suddenly all things that were piling up for years collapse into a destructive and painful fury against yourself, killing all emotions and resentments. The defying of reality, absolute corruption of worldview and a triumph of sneaky narcissist inside against a wish to hide in the corner and cry.
Continuing the path of Indefinable, Blur enters a lot cooler, a lot more chaotic and a lot more dramatic environment. A Blur of suppressed and constrained emotions lost in maniacal pursuit of productivity and efficiency, constantly reminding about its existence and getting in the way to the goal. Rain of thoughts and ideas leading to the way of an incorrect decision, leaving us in absolute suspension not knowing what will happen next.
The first album by Number Eleven, starting a human existence in his own controlled environment, which is influenced by the outer world. A lonely travel to an indefinable destination followed by a huge downfall and an escape to an unknown obscurity, constantly questioning why did the peaceful and comfortable void suddenly filled with sadness and despair, where you couldn’t feel happy.
