Personal exile is a personal utopia.
Anonymity is bliss.
A faceless nirvana amidst this horde of neon-huffng human refuse.
Strung out on fluorescence and pure-cut incandescence.
Layover
Best Day Ever
Citizen
The Octopus
Citizen
Not a Word
Glorified Dirt
One Constant Volume
Stolen Breath
A Minor Correction
A Time For Iron
Black Den
Layover
Capsule Hotel
Mother Night Revisited
Night Soil
Correspondences
Not A Word
Gloried Dirt
The Foolish Fooling The Fool