Traveling in the poison of living, the decadent look at his finger – fraught with the day’s stresses – he, clamors to climb the boulders of the desert. A flat plain of existence where the twinkling trickle of light and fulfillment can make him whole, he’s still on the quest – a millennia of confusion and fog.
Islo tacks on the subtlety of that profound adoration of heart and soul, with the digitalis of his single, ‘All I Have’. That brittle consumption of doubts and pristine standards, meld into a golden trauma of newer embellishments that speak in tongues and rattles in hums.
Looking at the cut up fingers – both tired and dusty – he looks up again at the vast expanse of that lingering desert.
Hushed in gravity. Moving forward, in permanent search.