It is as though our journey through time had been halted abruptly - we are confronted by a bizarre scene. Through the window one notices the endless line of identical figures fading in the distance.

Observing the strange, almost televised scenery is a couple that reminds us of the closing scenes of the mythical Fight Club: two beings having resolved to face their destiny, the rest is without importance as long as they are together. A segmented window allows for different interpretations, each bearing some connection to the other. The pane also takes on the function of the Salaryman’s path, a thin line on which he must walk to join the ranks of his kin. Common knowledge would call this path “destiny”.
The Salarymen on the right are oblivious to their role as pawns, they are incapable of hindsight. Only the younger generations, here symbolised by the couple, notice the mechanical nature society has developed.
Meanwhile, the Salaryman on the left is convinced to be following his destiny. Little does he know that he is walking on a pre-built path, one that has been followed countless times.
His position is perpendicular to ours, as if in a parallel dimension with the same fate, albeit from two different points of view.
All those represented fatally converge on the same point: the endless road to ruin. Those who refuse the common fate are rejected by society and ultimately erased, such is the case for the figure in the bottom-left corner attempting to escape.

We have here two different views, three paths but one destination.

"In our track the narrator seeks to point out the absurdity of modern society the meaning we’ve assigned to life. He’s a lonely spectator of a world slowly collapsing unto itself.

The two figures on our cover are in a similar situation. They helplessly observe the shortcomings of society, here represented by the infinite line of salarymen who embody routine, a lack of humanity and meaning. The horizon is empty, yet we are all flocking towards the abyss.
The white markings are confetti, one can also see streamers in the mix with them. Indeed, these are generally associated with joy and festivity, they do not have their place in this tortured and morose picture. We’re applauded for joining the great movement towards the void, yet nobody knows why. It’s just another smokescreen seeking to draw society’s attention away from its own wickedness and depravity.
The meaning of life and the role of a human being in society have long been studied, but there’s been no true consensus on the matter. However, we seem to place social recognition, fame, power and money very high on the list.
At best these will be achieved, although the majority will scrape by, with a month’s labour financing the following one. In other words, it will be an endless process with no particular endpoint apart from the void that is death. Many who try to escape the queue become outcasts with shattered dreams and personalities.”

Journey with us as we attempt to transcend art.
Here the only limit to what we can achieve is our creative mind.
Here we delve into the depths of our very souls, searching for the elusive driving force behind our lives.

Will you be there when we discover true meaning?

The sounds of entropy are both personal and collective.
Some will see it as music, others will go further and THINK.
This is our goal.
Thinking, questioning and resolving is a profoundly human process.
The digital age has changed much more than we think, and now is the time to take back control over your life.

Vibe with us, travel with us, share the enlightenment with us.
The Fadist, @Robocoste and @Kwondree.