Spirit Slusarev

I was not personally acquainted with him. Before I could, he died when I was in college. Many have since water has flowed, and in the maelstrom of madness and trash my radiohead stumbles on its frequency, its SOS. Rarely, but it goes to the bottom somewhere near me, he tells how that should be removed. He goes on month, he disappears without a trace, but suddenly the camera takes my hands and starts to take off. It's not mine, it is his.