Things recorded here and there in 2024, now woven together by a single thread. Strolling through memories… The “All White” being on the threshold of warm seasons, sitting at the last autowriting classes, “April Faust” - reading on a park bench, white nights overhead. “Country Road” - blinding with the sun of a dusty September. And so on. Recalling the own birth and distant landscapes. Now you're having it here.