Querido Salvador Dalí,

I hope you and your mustache are dancing under a cascade of warm colors and drinking aged whiskey with some rhinoceros on a celestial beachside.

I have placed the WARNING on the cover image because I want to point out that I highly debated whether to be “turned on” or completely clearheaded whilst listening and further investigating this “song”… If “it” can even be named by this mundane conglomeration of letters [S-O-N-G].