When I was younger I had a reoccurring nightmare about a far off place full of dark things. I remembered forcing my eyes open to escape it. As the years passed, the images began to fade and I had the dream less and less. It’s like part of your imagination being overactive and never sleeping. As I’ve grown older I’ve found myself thinking of it more fondly, trying to remember how these scenes played in my mind and inventing new ones.
Using some of the best underground artists I have ever met (wh...