We are drones, silently propelled above the beautiful decay of urban wastelands, cityscapes populated by husks of former people, and semi-formless vehicles. Reporting back to each other what we witness. Divorced from our surroundings, huddling our mechanical consciousnesses together to find meaning and purpose in our community of machines.

We are drones, silently propelled above the beautiful decay of urban wastelands, cityscapes populated by husks of former people, and semi-formless vehicles. Reporting back to each other what we witness. Divorced from our surroundings, huddling our mechanical consciousnesses together to find meaning and purpose in our community of machines.

Empty Houses, Empty Streets, Empty People

Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.
I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week.
Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes.
It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background.
Check out other things I do at <a href="https://strangetextures.com/">strangetextures.com</a>.

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Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal. I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week. Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes. It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background. Check out other things I do at strangetextures.com.

Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.
I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week.
Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes.
It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background.
Check out other things I do at <a href="https://strangetextures.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">strangetextures.com</a>.

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