Meden
March 1994 . . . August 1994
Secret installation/enviroment

Went down to a cellar and stayed more than five months long.
Day in day out, composing on the command of a stream.
Sometimes a meeting with a stranger - a passant.
Staring, yet not understanding - in perplexity.
The creation of graphics - lost its count.
They passed - do not exist anymore.

Signed: our software.

A cellar in Meden