Which release? There is no music. There is no sound. All this in your head. All that you dreamed of ...

First you try to sleep. Close your eyes. But the brain treacherously returns you to the previous day. Dips his head in thought, he washed his impressions and memories ...

You get up. Smoke. Do you drink tea. Listen to music. Or simply look out the window. Eyes begin to stick together by themselves. At some point the brain ceases to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Images are gradually becoming brighter. And this is where the fun begins. Duke Ellington into a duck, with a dense ring of Saturn descends Sun-Ra, the dynamics of growing.

Literary characters mixed with fragments of phrases from movies, soul mixed with the sounds of Soviet vintage synthesizers, jazz with lots of homemade percussion instruments. And it's not clear where the samples, and where the roughness of hazelnuts in a wooden casket. Dreams muddled replace each other, layering, then abruptly cutting off the most interesting. Then calling her smile and her anxiety.

You fly back in time to look into the future, see the world is colored, then black and white ... Alarm clock. Slippers. Sun. Cappuccino. A new day. It is time to act.

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