... a tormented beast draped in smooth and aesthetic clothes - the cold wind that flashes between your teeth when you return home on a winters evening after too much irish coffees and you are imagining that sound must be of the devil himself - a beachparty in siberia - an old man's back cracking from the heavy weight of decades of severe depression and illness - a clash of little toytitans - a wet handkerchief thrown in the abyss - a clock ticking its way backwards to the great big bang and beyond and back to now over and over again infinitely - the footsteps of an evil nordic dwarf searching for the heights of despair - and so on...