– AS
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Jan 6, Blizzard Haze
Author: ashseth
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Jan 5, Rickety Thicket
A rickety thicket of trees looking humid against the red sky. Except it can’t be humid because they’re coated with a translucent layer of ice. Ice storm 2014 in Brampton.
– AS
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Jan 4th, Beautiful Future
Sometime in November. I found myself on a boardwalk. I looked out towards the lake. Smokestacks in the distance puffed a gas. That gas became the clouds. Those clouds became the gas. That were the clouds. That were the gas. That seeped into the stacks. That smoked the horizon dense and black. Don’t know where they came from, don’t know where they started. I was feeding birds a few hours ago. They flew away.
“No matter how much we mess with nature, it’ll always be beautiful. And we’ll be dead.”
– AS
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Jan 3, Chicago in the Air
A photograph of Chicago from the window seat of an Air Canada Express plane en route to Toronto. Before this photo, I had a better view but the stewardess had asked us to turn our phones off before lift off. When I realized the view outside my window, I pulled my phone out and turned it on and the longer it took to turn on, the further away the city got from my view. This photo is what I managed. But let me tell you, it was 10x more beautiful when I was directly above the whole peninsula.
If you look closely, on the bottom right, where the lights get dimmer and sparser, where the darkness almost blends into the lake, in that splotch stand the tall buildings of downtown Chicago. As we drew further, the plane was shaking in the rough winds of the air, almost as if the beauty of the city was trying to attract us back to it, a gravitational pull founded solely on the aesthetic and majestic allure of the city.
– AS
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Jan 2, Chicago Winter
I know I missed Jan 1st but the pressure was rising on making this new year important. Plus, I’m currently in Chicago and New Year’s Eve I got completely faded, passing out in the orange glow of my brother’s apartment. But I’m back and I’ll be pretty consistent this year. I snapped this Thursday Afternoon, Jan 2nd. It’s been snowing nonstop and I hear back home in Toronto, the temperature’s are dropping lower then expected. My dad couldn’t get the van out the driveway, not because the snow clogged the car in place but the cold kept the doors in a tentative lock. This winter’s been chaotic, unprecedented and decaying.
I’ll make it quick and if you’re still reading this, you must be a family member.
I’ll be recommencing my photo/ post per day. I got an album of music in the post production stages. It was completed in the first week off of Christmas holidays. Stay tuned. Lots to come this 2014, new fiction, new writing, new music, new photography. The start of a fresh new year. Let’s hope it stays fresh the whole year.
Peace and satisfaction, wherever you are, I’m coming.
– AS
The new song: REMdemption Reproach
Additional production and mastering by Rajen Mistry
”
Naught’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
…
To bed, to bed! there’s a knocking at the gate:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s
done cannot be undone. — To bed, to bed, to bed!
“
– AS
The sounds of young expectation and a paranoid desperation, anxiety ridden, fear bitten, smitten with an infectious idea that the world’s meant for your satisfaction. “You’re special. You were born to do great things.” The great impression imprints on you forever and eventually you can’t remember if you read that on a postcard, a quote of the day on a Facebook page, or if your mother and father whispered swift encouragement in your ears after every fall from grace. Yet all the kids at schools had flaws except you. You believed it, cherished it, developed it, turned every ounce of your finite being into infinite potential. Apex. Apex. Apex. But the world’s opening up and your childhood days are gone, shoved out onto the lawn where you can no longer play. You don’t want to but you already miss it. You linger around the garage and the wind hits you and no longer do the walls shutter. Your chest inflates, cold air, exhale. Are you up to the challenge? The only way to meet the coming hardships is to face them with a confident determination, even if the spirit isn’t there. But you have no patience and all of a sudden, the skills you believed you were born with aren’t there. And it’s a false determination that fails at the first sign of criticism, that has underneath it a fragile yoke of a weak will that takes offensive at the slightest startle. The trials and tribulations of a man who’s been told “the world is yours” by parents, Scarface, Nas, but you’re just someone somewhere somehow shouting in a crowd of other people shouting. And you’re suddenly thrown into the hustle and bustle of the busy life, briefcase and clean briefs under pantsuits and dress shirts with ties and expectations, paranoid desperation, lego blocks and ticking clocks with times running out and the creeping fear and paranoia that you don’t really got what they bought you for.
And childhood is timeless because it echoes in nostalgia for an eternity in your adult soul.
This song is about a person who grows up believing he’s special, then goes out into the world and realizes he’s just as special as everyone else. That everyone is told the same thing. That the belief is a lie.
– AS
The new song by Ashish Seth. Track visual art by artist Oryan Semprie.
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Thank you for listening…
Ash Seth
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Ash Seth – Space Opera
Space Opera Covers
Cover # 1
Space Opera Cover # 2
Space Opera Cover # 3
– AS
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Ash Seth – Shake Hands with the Devil
A track to contemplate the willingness of men and women to do bad things for the sake of self-interest and in the midst of impending and desperate circumstances. Choices that change, choices from which one does not return fully.
– AS
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