Days take on the same order. Breakfast sterilized by the normality of form and function, devoid of music and animation except for the scraping lines of carefully placed utensils. Nights ever differ. Eric likes to wreak having and ply with the function in order to mess things up a bit, make it interesting for his puppeteer, throw caution to the wind and live a little! ![]() A musical tale of an inventor, a woman and time... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |








