DYSH? Testifies a meeting at the periphery of the periphery. Just one meeting, frozen inside a short and roaring sound. The picture of a piece of metal, left on the cornfield. Echoes of warm places once the party is over. And you make fun of the guy sleeping in his clothes on the sofa. DYSH? Is the footprint remaining from the exodus of three instruments, strings and drumheads tasting of salt, if you lick them.
