[…There´s an impatient frustration, a sort of slightly blameful awaitening for someone to daringly pick themselves up.

Someone brave enough to enter the silence... the explosive space, where everything begins anew. And fresh eyes see.

It's a mourning song, that has burried itself deeply into the ridges of humankind. A tragedy that silently awaits its absolution. A bang, an explosion, something new.

Something surprising, ... Something utterly unknown.

Silence. …]

Excerpt from Mourningsong