Tabula Яasa
About this track
"TABULA ЯASA" refers to a pristine, blank slate—the beginning of every human story. However, this track gives a voice to a 'Tabula Rasa' that was never allowed to be written upon. Inspired by the profound theme of Childhood Emotional Neglect (CEN), this song explores the silent void left by an upbringing where physical needs were met, but emotional existence was ignored. This phenomenon is often seen in societies marked by rapid growth—such as in 1980s Korea or during various eras of industrialization worldwide—where the prevailing mindset was that children would simply "grow themselves" while the world rushed forward. While the vocals maintain a sweet, "Disney-like" innocence, the delivery is intentionally uncanny and empty—symbolizing a child mannequin trapped in a lush, orchestral musical theater. "TABULA ЯASA" is not just a song; it is a cinematic meditation on identity, forgotten childhoods, and the silent dignity of those shaped by emotional absence. I invite you to experience this 'uncanny' yet deeply human narrative. ===================================== Spent the morning watching dust dance in the light Dialed the exposure too far Blurred the outlines into pale walls No marks on the windowpane No steps in the settled dust Measured the day by the ticking of a hollow room Wasted hours stacking up Ceiling: a mere formality Sands crept from the pillow, barren Synced every breath to the house's hush Became a stranger in familiar flesh I am Tabula Rasa Framework of a missed beat Strummed like a silenced chord Pitch of a swallowed cry Ground shifting upward. Light searing through Empty rooms, no tenants Vacant, yet somehow stark Happiness: a bill left unpaid Feelings: outdated wiring, unplugged Taking refuge in the edges, lost in the blur Gauged the unrest in the heavy quiet A bridge that halts mid-span Chart with paths marked "void" Unheld hands in the dim Viewed the display Pigment sealed in the vial Rock unshaped Breath unclaimed Glitched at the core Being: On hold Forgotten toys under the bed Washed out The blankness lingers I am Tabula Яasa A page never allowed to be written