A small café on a quiet street corner: outside the window, between two tables, a sudden gust of wind swirls the colourful autumn leaves over the small cobblestones of the pavement. Melancholic.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

A night-time stroll through the harbour district. Bleary-eyed fish heads and dog-eared smut magazines line the alleyways. Moody.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

Wednesday. Raindrops mix with the ink of a daily newspaper to form a thick, black ink that ripples down from a page of softened newsprint into a puddle. Common, slightly melancholic.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

An old suitcase lies dormant in the window of an antique shop, its greasy brown leather crumpled and creased. Nostalgic.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

End of the film. We leave the theatre and return to the everyday ennui of our colourless, ordinary existences. Dreary and mournful.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

Step by step, a steep spiral staircase winds its way up to dizzying heights inside the tower. Ponderous and breathy, with a serious undertone.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

As if illuminated by yellow candlelight, the silhouette of a tranquil little coastal town glows gently on the edge of a narrow headland. A white lighthouse towers above it, its large floodlight illuminating the calm waters of the bay in regular cycles. Sublime.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

In the stuffy sleeping compartment of a night train: the vehement tapping of vigorous knuckles rouses a traveller from uneasy dreams. Restless.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

Terra Incognita: A growing proportion of the local grain production on the South American continent is processed into whisky, some of which is of high quality. Celtic Drone.

Composed by Lothar Hensel

The car park of a discotheque with an adjoining slot machine arcade attracts countless young people at night, who swarm around each other in the moonlight. Longingly.

Composed by Lothar Hensel