This is a sound work about depression (“the black dog”, as Churchill used to say). Severe depression is never a really personal issue, not even intimate. Major depression is a health problem that affects the individual for various reasons. Here I'll just draw some landscapes of my personal history throughout the years with this problem. There is nothing heroic or beautiful in severe depression. Even there anything that causes shame or sorrow: A depressive state of mind, can not be used either as a tool (or an excuse) to try to get the sick reward that, apparently, the rest of world owe us. Nobody has made us any kind of "injury"... Only ourselves.

The Black Dog is just a ghost of the mind, a short-circuit that prevents us to know the truth as it is, or should be. "It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means? (as Walter E. Kurtz said in his "Apocalypse Now" monologue).

To transform the everyday life into a type of "horror" or a too dramatic image, of something that never was, it's not at all something useful. Neither healthy.

This work is, as most of all my records, just an exercise about personal afterthoughts. I do no expect anyone to understand or empathize, cause is relatively difficult and complex. The sound of this nine tracks define exactly what I wanted to express in each of them.

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