such an apocalyptic image.

Yeah, and the web was covered in ash.

And, you know, I was like, man, this is what the end of the world looks like.

In any case, I wanted somehow to write a piece that came not from that specific experience, but just from the sort of sense of existential crisis that I was feeling in encountering that whole image.

So I wrote this percussion concerto where, you know, to the extent that music can tell a story, this piece is sort of an example of speculative fiction or something.

I imagine some far future world where there's a civilization that has a basic kind of memory of some lost religious practices or something, but they don't really understand the practices.

They don't really understand the religion that the practices came out of, but they still enact them.

You guys might hit it off.