The Kandinsky appeared in the form of a giant squid with rainbow skin. We clambered on board through the tip of a tentacle, and the vessel dived below the waves to the very depths of the ocean.
We are still chilling here. The Kandinsky is apparently gearing up to leave, though we are not sure when. In what time we have left I am going to do another gig, try and get some new material down, and put the memory of getting lost in Duchamp to bed. I am in a deckchair covered in inspirational quotes, and stroking one of the cats. This one had the taste of peppermint.