initial (sur)faces of a new approach to sound.
eyes closed again, no composition; just flows with all their flaws.
no sampling, no games... irrelevant to intelligence. frank and intimate.

another step "forward" and you have nothing but silence:
where music ends, where it's born

new name for a self: wind through leaves.
disaster is no more as there is nothing left to destroy.

this has no price
this is extra-capital
ist

this is love