This soundscape was inspired by my time working trimming cannabis for a friend of mine. I tried hard to capture the rhythmic patterns of several trimmers hard at work all around the room and emulate the slightly disorienting zen headspace I would go into. Often by the end of the night, we would all be too tired to talk anymore and just zone out into our bins of trim, losing track of time and passing freshly-rolled joints and bongs around the room. Snip. Snip. Snip. Flick.