A dead bird was lying beside the footpath that morning. I passed it by and thought no more about it until the end of the day when I finished the days work on a complex set of buildings in a landscape. The memory of the dead bird appeared and wouldn’t allow me to ignore it. It was made in the usual way of making depeche pieces.
If you want to learn something of the process have a look at the Depechism Manifesto in my biography on this site.