the little fat baby is potential: action and confusion and lucidity, in random order. It decides that, in order to exist, it must be something. well, what? the confusion of a series of lucid episodes or attempts. Action on which to ponder afterwards. Overloaded by inputs, in search of the brown bunny of his childhood. Because the only thing that's certain is that he, once, was a little fat baby. This track resounds in the cold december air, as discovering yourself influenced by the thought that, eliminated the time variable, all people are nothing but whores.