“Aloneptu stands alone on crumbling sandstone, feet warm ankle-deep at the shoreline while carrying seven ancient vibrations. With the tropical ambience of breezy trees at its back, Aloneptu faces high-tide’s wide horizon singing songs for the earless shadows that haunt the ocean depths. Aloneptu wants nothing in return. Later, cruising smooth patterns of moonlight that shoot right through the canopy, spider-hearted Aloneptu wanders humid swamps in search of the party. Aloneptu dances to rhythms in geological time. While lines of geometry are lost to the frothing tsunami, Aloneptu smiles at the unnameable, relaxes in the immutable. Aloneptu releases these seven melodies from the prison of finitude.”