“The record button on my trusted sampler is missing. And so today, I, Reese Cerussites, sixty six years old counting seven, I have nothing left to do than finally get down and do what I was designed for. Write about Eir Sap, about my creator’s fragmentation, as if I was him. After all those years I think I owe it to him, abandonment, quilt issues, exile and all that outfit.
He would suffice to say «Music, architecture, writing and painting form the key with which Ι fabricate the existence of some artificial intelligence entities to help me realize my conceptual ideas.
At first, Ice Atan compose pace, harmony, melody. Music debris. The orchestrator that generates the base. On top of it, I could architect the «Autonomous Therapeutic Homeostatic Aquaponics Enclave»
In a constant delay mode, Iri Sap, the fragmented architect, reached inside and created his concept «The Sampler». He gave birth to Reese Cerussites. The one who could handle the writing and editing of his books. But mainly intended to fill the demanding role of the keeper of the Aquaponics journals. All me.
Of course, I graduated agrotecton but the course I actually took, led me to exile, castaway with the Anemaki Tribe, where in my turn, I had my chance to create history, write books too.
In a constant delay mode, I, the always neutral historiographer, baptized and anointed Manqui Animaki with the overall artwork …but that’s another story to tell.
Here then, at the space piece of Anima Key, and now, only three years after the Great Dissection, on top of old rocks forming rusted chasms and a sea more calm than ever, I shall literature my first book «Delusions of Youth and of Ages»”