Whilst merged with the nebula I was accosted by the zeitgeist who slipped me its secret blueprints, several constructive fumblings later I had concocted an awkward meta-instrument (the sonicosmotic orchestra ) that when enablised, ejaculated rancid sonus which smelled of hot capacitors. Unperturbed by the blue smoke that rose in enticing wisps from my devices, I pushed on with my improvisation until a twitching located around the neck of my tweed socks indicated that I should cease. When what was left of my senses returned, I digitised the results of my experimentation for posterity…

Source: 2018