As in the case of Cristalia and probably all the music I will share on this blog, The Acacia Hotel is part of the soundtrack of my abandoned narratives. It is a very simple tune with both repetitive and improvised lines that somehow convey a refreshing mood, until the change to a more tense segment.
Most of the time music is looping inside my head. When a child and a teenager movies were my reference to understand reality, to the point of making me a spectator looking for aesthetic and ethical sense or finality in daily life. Such sense and causality is an illusion to make us feel safe. Now and then The Acacia Hotel recalls me the emotion of this chilling epiphany.