Listening to Shostakovich's jazz, his appearance takes a form of a physically attractive, 'you-will-never-be-bored', hopelessly mysterious girl. Like that girl, who we all dream of, who has this unattainable property that is so elusive that you can only imagine, whose unpredictable, all-defying soul captivates and imprisons my dreamy longing, he invites that I join her, my unilateral participation that's unashamedly frustrating. He knows grief, struggle, fun, freedom, lightness and unfathomable depth of a lone well in the middle of nowhere. All-knowing he who is a girl.