[Insert self into ocean]
“Your body is not a temple, it’s just food for the pump.”
The Gen X legends are back with a dronecore odyssey.
An Undersea Storm.
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
Russia’s Dunwich remind us how even little brush strokes can shape a wholly haunting landscape.
The universe collapses. This is the soundtrack.
Broaching uncanny depths of city life through aural exploration.
Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.
A monolithic cyborg compactor that dwells in the fringes of space, slowly glassing and obliterating planets with surgical precision.