The sun, kissing the forehead through half-closed blinds; the night, coming uninvited through a
windowpane like a damp, sticky shroud. Light and darkness, solid foundations and elusive glimpses
of parallel realities. Armies of digital insects - taken aback by warmth of one brave heart, 90s chillout
rooms updated for todays vast and desolated space full of fragile souls desperate in their look for
any kind of communion; "artificial intelligence" after three decades of wandering, trying to finally
find a helping hand, solace and peace. Shimmer and shine. Welcome to "Pristine", a new recording
from the mind of Jacek Sienkiewicz.