Man – entity of body and mind. Flesh and bones moving to electric impulses of will and subconsciousness. Remembering pain one had to endure, ripping wounds not only into the surface.  Feeling lost, feeling the burden as an outcome of other men never met, never heard of.

There are things needed to be done. For oneself. For others. For inner stability. Worst thing losing self-respect. Every single victory to be criticised in the near future. Trying not to freak out.

Rituals of Being a Man consists of non-linear rhythmical structures. Its superficial simplicity hides the complex patch every piece is made of. Every detail is unstable in a certain way – be it tempo, consistency of patterns, loudness, tone. It is all about a fragile object, the man, who finds himself in a world needing him, not needing him at the same time. He has to move on, no matter what. He needs to prove his worth, mostly to himself. The old world is fracturing. But he’s still there, to be needed at least.