Harold N’Hiver
The music of Panopticon holds a special space in my memories, in my heart and soul. Each album occupies a particular place in the fabric of my being. These places don’t have names - they have feelings, feelings that don’t have accompanying words to describe them.
The closest I can come with words, for Autumn Eternal, is “standing atop the mountain, the cold wind blowing across my face as the tears fall into the stream that flows down and nourishes the forest.”
So much more than just music.