Under the covers with the stuff, the headphones on and off from the world. Mental images, thoughts on the ear, memories in sepia. I inhale this grandiose album, hardly a word that will be Eulberg Klangoszillationen justice. In my mind's eye circulate pictures of cherry yogurt and wild blue. I'll be on completely Spinning Jenny ideas when I hear how the pearls rain down on me. Mich pushes a silky longing for 'Iceland mussel' and a Zeitweh dancing fireflies. Fine mentally and completely detached from the dissonance of everyday madness I breathe the air here the inn for rich bass and feel like back then with 8, secure the fireplace of my aunt, wrapped in a dark brown ceiling and the big black dog in her arms, whose name I already forgot that long ago. Arrived after a long drive in the dark and rainy winter I am with the deception flower and the echo mouse. A pike in the carp pond or a tiger claw on home territory? For me music like marzipan pastries with hot cocoa: come home and the heart silent, the eternal solitary hunters.