Mr. Rocca is a decomposed human oscillator that has recomposed by sheer, albeit subconscious, perseverance.
Of course such a mortiferous process of recomposition led him to compose, which is inevitably an agonising activity.
The agony, in turn, creates a vicious circle that gets him to cyclically decompose and re-compose, often on a quest of some kind of fanciful ravishment.
Part recomposed composer and part composed decomposer, the two halves are almost perfectly symmetrical and enclose him like some kind of arcane egg shell – a shell that flutters with multiple personalities that often use him as a vehicle for tourism and social ignominy, making subliminal noises and bad mouthing the outcomes of his creative and destructive operations.
To sum it up, he’s a pulsating, quivering machine programmed by gramophone ghosts for the assemblage and transmission of chimes and discords – but a random machine which is both conscious and unconscious, often at the same time, and runs on the most exotic fuels.