"dededdedesssesesesertrttt" is an expanding amalgamation of encounters with my nomadic self, resulting an unfinished exquisite corpse of manuals, encounters, made up words, secrets, dreamscapes, and other fleeting tricks, presented on the form of a (sonic) farewell. (Whispers) My love, we have to remember these words forever: "The map is not the territory. A body is the shadow of something else". My love, this is what we call "mothyfication". (Darkness) (The whispers are still on the distance. They seem to come from below)