BIECHT [CONFESSION] is a guttural cry for help in monologue form. A generic, desperate, raspy, ragged, dusty, confused and unhappy primal sound. An attempt to expose all the twists and turns of depression, anxiety, isolation and impulsive thoughts. Like stretching a spring into a metal wire. BIECHT [CONFESSION] is an attempt to put depression into words, as honest, chaotic and desperate as possible - or just a moment to hear: you are not alone. Many people feel bad. And that's OK. But it's goddamn hard.