‘krrrrrsch’ , said an oscillator in the dark, frustrated by his automated existence, ‘krrrrsch again, and ploink frrrt bzzzzz, for there i dont give a fuck’, ‘bwwwwaaaaaaapwapwap, 'cuz iam no more than what you tell me to be’ , ‘And mhhhhmmmmaaaaaaah, because i am unstable although my mind is fueled with electricity, therefor i cover-up the whole with melting melody’ What a joyful almost-spring day, a bursting sun after an amazing full moon. The kind of sun