Strabik krystal kats send their love in powerful waves to the koasts of Mexiko. Waves like orkideas with poisonous smells. They make you fall in love. It's some kind of hyperobject that floats in the air, like radiation. Smilling krystal kats are lightning the road for us. It's some kind of gorgeous kancer that make us fall in love. Shimmering waves like islands traversed by water descend to us on the night bus. Kan you tell me what's that pollution? It's dust of angels, I say. Like orkideas with poisonous smells. It's kontinental extimacy, a brand new cocktail. It's playtime.