Street lamps glimmering to a flicker of static. Brass and woodwind bursting through the interstices of dank and smoky bars. A thousand shades of grey, interminably looping. Bring me a half-gramme, a flight far north! - I began writing this piece of music as a Berliner, physically and mentally entrenched in the noise and bustle of the city. Once I became a traveller again, the music took quite a different turn, a mellower and less frantic one. And later on, I came to discover an awe-inspiring and preternatural landscape surrounding me; the final transition takes me to adventure and the excitement of discovery. From a caged pencil-pusher, to a colonialist explorer with a moustache and golden monocle, leaping from rock to rock on a lunar-like landscape. This temporary liberation, or change in mental state, elicited the phrase Half-Gramme Holiday. It refers to the Soma drug in Huxley's Brave New World, which is frequently used by each citizen to induce a transient and seemingly delicious holiday of the mind.