Life forms strange patterns. Like waves on a surface with properties too complex to grasp. Sometimes the patterns are regular—at times, they even seem predictable. They can take shapes like signs in an unknown language, demanding to be deciphered. And at other times, nothing of the sort. Who knows what it all means?

I have a text. A very good text. I read it and turn on the radio receiver. No, not a metaphorical radio receiver. A real, solid, wideband radio receiver. Patterns and signs can be heard too.

Stay tuned.