The strings are taut like nerves. Six strings as six senses. Raised fingers frantically pull the strings down and the face contorts into a grimace full of pain. The thickest nerve, which is responsible for vision, suffers the most, and takes the first blow in the battle for the mutating mentality.
The green man is torturing the drums. But the aggressive rhythms abruptly break off and are replaced by an creepy knock. Who so persistently knocks on the cranium in the hope of reaching the very depths of the brain in order to infect it psychologically?..