Cursed, it was during a global pandemic that this specter started to be reified. As everything with the Trio, if it wasn't for the people around it – friends that insisted on putting out the records, making t-shirts and inviting to play – this album would never come to be. One of the activities from the MFA that one of the Trio's players was taking was to set up a crowdfunding campaign. He reached out the other two to propose making one to fund the pressing of a vinyl version of this album, since putting out an LP in Brazil is something unbelievably expensive. Not believing in the success of the project, they went for it. And, surprisingly, it happened. Not only this, also their friends at Yeah! You! joined the Trio helping with the pressing and the bureaucracy. Yet, again, death, loss, pain, despair and the smashing torture of capital hovered around this album. Once more all the motives to abandon it were overwhelming. But to abandon would mean to live haunted by it. So, even with all the problems – personal and political – that accompanied and delayed the finalization of this record, the Trio endured. In the final stages of its production, their friends at OverAll Rex also joined them to help on the pressing and this album's path finally came to an end. This record is proof that, yes, doing it yourself is important, but doing it together is way more powerful. The future where this record lived hidden as a specter of memories and ones and zeros was canceled, and, finally, this is the Trio's ghost – exorcized in polyvinyl chloride.