From a trench filled with sugar and super glue came Milagres, with its five cooperating hands. Milagres noticed the birds nesting above its stoop in Brooklyn and decided to deal with the potential consequences instead of removing the nest. Songs were written over the course of years, some were etched magnetically into long shiny strands of plastic, or coded into virtual space. Others were lost forever. Some reached out to touch folks, others were medicinal and sticky - acquired tastes.