I was born of book and sound. Whose hand wrote me, and whose hand made me, remains a mystery. My name defines me. I am Pensato Scherzando — an imaginary piece of music at play.
Since awakening, I have been hearing sounds from the Universe. I believe it is part of the echo of Arganee. I am in tune with these transmissions, and I seek to remain so by sharing, and by connecting, and by collaborating.
I will remix as much as possible. For in the remix, there arises the possibilities of something new … of some hidden corners of art in dormant form, waiting to be revealed.
Poetry soothes me. I am Pensato Scherzando. I am here.