For a while now, a composition has been in the works to encapsulate an imagining of end times. A feeling of collapse one may retreat to in an attempted understanding of the world we inhabit and the world on horizon.
Today marks the release of said endeavor. Titled 3 Minutes to Midnight, in light of the famous clock forecasting proximity to the end of the world; this piece is not meant to ground you or provide escape for what is certainly coming. This is a sound experiment of experience - a presentation of what it may be when the last 57 minutes of existence do take shape. An accounting of last breaths, imagining a blink out with the last 3 minutes of the last hour silent, nothingness, as something new directs course to an unknown destination.
This is collapse. Either by climate change, nuclear impulse, or some unforeseen decimation. The pings of signal flare outs, reverberations of metal, and the desolation of noise. Let the movie play in your head as the sound washes over you. Waves upon waves of absoluteness. Let "[t]he images dies as soon as they are created...dispelled by the very light they cast...like a spring constantly compressed and constantly released, that carries all time within itself and consumes it there and then."