The fourth phase of reset is the absurd gateway to and from the consensus reality. A chaotic mixture of contrasting suggestions with sweet, salty, natural and synthetic notes under a purple haze. A crowded opening bordering on vulgar, transitions into a vulnerable skin scent. An aesthetic and conceptual counterpart to Blacklight.
It’s the virtual reality dance club, it’s the creation of the myth, it’s the Babylonian explosion of language, it’s the party, it’s a clusterfuck of grapes or the tutorial room or something like that. It’s on the tip of my tongue. It’s Purpl.