After a stark and bleak build up in the Snake Pit of Shekou, for a day or two at least, some real soul will enter
a few buildings and homes for a while. Most here will not experience anything else except the usual spawn of Satan
coming to tell you you’re in heaven, and believing it.
The blind and the poisoned go about to day like the world is in wonder, without seeing the faces
behind the masks as they walk down the street, broken, burnt, twisted and deceiving to all but the wary.
So today feels like a good day in one small pocket of air in the suffocating cloud of sulphur .
Maybe I can still survive and find a way out, before the whole city implodes upon itself….
Happy Christmas to all the REAL people out there, you know who you are, the rest, you’re already sinking into the depths and have no way back…
I cannot help you now…
Watch out for New Dark Electro and Dark Orchestral for Film throughout next year, via the podcast.
Stay strong, don’t give in
The Ghost That Walks
Dongmen – Shenzhen, one of the many parts of the Axis of Evil in Shenzhen.
Shekou, Lohou, Dongmen, this is where the fruits of satan grow, enticing all to buy at impossible prices. Little do the foolish know, that the goods do not belong in the real world, they are just illusions.
Today I wondered the Labyrinth of Dongmen, avoiding it's guards to try to salvage some Christmas spoils for the cured of Shekou.
Meanwhile the infected from the snake bites in the snake pit, stumble on like zombies as they buy ever more and tell themselves it's all “real” and a not a dream…
Merry Xmas Eve, more notes from inside the inferno Christmas Day
The Ghost That
Once again I sit here writing , alone in the darkness, wondering what it is about this place.
In my own country I don’t feel part of anything much, but I can deal with that.
The things that keep me sane, a good trip to the cinema, London, a sh*t hot new video game, a trip up to my parents house for a good meal.
They don’t seem to be here. I’m sat feeling like I’m not part of anything, and never will be, since I’m realistic.
So then what keeps me sane, my music.
So Christmas here feels empty, it’s not about money, it’s about the lack of feeling, and the lack of involvement here.
I have tried but again, if I don’t fit in in the UK, then I won’t fit in here.
I guess that’s the price I pay for being so different, but I’m not sad about it, it’s a blessing, and most groups of people I don’t fit with.
Lions and Tigers. I’ve said before they may be from the same family, but you don’t put them together in the same cage.
This break I’ll spend it pushing some more and making a Myspace page, which I don’t like but I can’t ignore there are people who
would really like what I do there. AS well as preparing some more dark orchestral
demos’, I really want to make an inroad to some Electro, as an album needs to go out next year, or several if I can get moving with good enough sounds.
Till next time, only a few more days to go then it will all be finished, like a flat bottle of coke.
Stay strong no matter what…
The Ghost That Walks