Deeper into the ruins there are found more broken computers. Some are fragment, some are whole, others are skeleton. There is not much time for me to spend on else, so I set them all together again as possible. I discover only more of the music noises and the visual stories about the collapse. They look made up.

I like to compose the pieces complete, and play on my mechanical speaker at the night fire. They are broken memories, but so are my time.