My phantasies about becoming a Colombian version of Ryoji Ikeda and Masami Akita brought me to this precarious noise production that, after six months of studio work with nasty sub-frequencies, got me sick. I had vertigo and nausea as a consequence of screwing my otolith too bad, then, for months, I suddenly had to lean on the walls several times during the day to avoid bitting the dust. Enjoy it.