Mowgli

Heroin is a moreish drug. If you take too much you will die. Language is equally moreish. It bathes in limitlessness. Unrestricted by purpose. Unless the shadow of letters combined make hyper-dimensional voids in space time. Language is where ideas settle and civilisations dawn.

Portals of literature, stories and soundscapes, theories of intervention, alchemical abstractions, ayahuasca episodes, the mysteries of the temple pillars on a Mount Kimbie score.

It is all here.

This is what bizarre research chemicals, monolithic devices and time travel apparatus, hypnagogic lights and solid state frequency generators, car journeys home from 24 hour gymnasiums, fifty open text edit tabs, tabletops covered in interconnecting scraps of paper peppered in wordplay surrounded by geometrical calculations and number squares, sound like.

It is all here, in abundance. The forks in the road are the holes in the fabric. Point A evaporates. welcome to point B. Choose your flight path from sirius.

Make yourself comfortable. 

Make yourself known - or - stay in the shadows and remain anonymous.