And so it goes. Like a tale untold. From within unfolded as an outside manifestation of something that is actually real and played and breathing and living in front of you, or around you, or maybe even behind you, if you don't enjoy facing the music. Everything here is a rough sketch of bigger things to come, a tough etching of what it sounds like to be out of control. Of instrumentation, of tonality, of rythmic causality, of general equilibrium and/or well being. All is for your enjoyment naturally, nothing ever sounds the same to no one. To me it sounds like something floating and seductive, to you... who knows?