Satie: music for night time. It a path of notes to be followed, as the noises of the day drop away, into the dead of night, when all the lights in the adjacent houses have been switched off, one by one, so that one is left with something solitary, insistent, gentle, stubbornly pursuing its fragile melody, with a handful of notes, in the face – or on the face – of nothing. Half mad, child like, hilarious and piteous at once, it moves through silence, but not a silence that replies or offers it anything by way of reassurance, hence, the note of the absurd, the clownish. A man in a tattered suit, involved, myopically, in some elementary task, despite being surrounded by silent indifference.