Faced with so much externality and copying of images. Pregnant abstractions of experience. Thousands of hours walking between car lights on the Rubí road. Without people, only hard‑skinned mobile artifacts, loneliness. Days and days layers and layers overlap like pictorial patinas in random movement ‘psychic automatism’ to the rhythm of sound improvisations. Images and music are asynchronous, they accompany each other like friends in a hypnotic way.