Encountering a dead person. Pursuing a way to him. A way to his music, here the beginning of Violet Room. The bells, bells, loud, persistent, thousand years without any change. Encountering the unbearable, perhaps that which was unbearable for him. That had no way out, that failed, that was too tight, that was hard, a burden, more and more burden, less and less relief, less space. Encountering the mercilessness of the real, the mighty, the real mighty. No, it cannot be continued. Really not.

Written to the 50th birthday of Reza Korourian (1971-2015), invited by the friends of Yarava Music Group. Thanks.