OBS laments over feelings of prejudice towards strangers, alligators, and giant flies after wading through waters in the Florida swamp. He plays a tune or two evoking memories. Memories that sometimes change or fade as time passes. Sometimes the memories are not even our own, just one's we wished we'd had. So it is said, so it shall be written. What does that have to do with things? It's experimental so . . . it's cool.