There're these sushi places we go that always play the same music. If I had it my way, they'd be all cyberpunked out and the chef would be a cyborg who'd been through offworld battles. Why not? What's neat here is this track contains several repeating motifs that are staggered against each other so they feel less repetitive in a Reichian (Steve, not Hitler) way. I took sounds of chopping food on a board, wove them into a rhythm, and graced by shakuhachi, am hopeful I'll someday dine to this.