Sometimes during the late future, I sat down and spawn a likely image of a sound that I can only describe as the sound of long gone spaceports, artifacts that inhereted the pushy time-line as we know it of today. Things changed in the future, sonic ornaments evolved into space fluxes and the human kind forgot how to enjoy a period of stillness. In a last attempt to capture some bits of a silent mind I made a sonic collect call to you, the operator is what you see infront, just a flat screen of mixed colors but I guess you know how to controll the vibrations of different frequencies and intensities into your neural connections.