Flashes lit up the darkness of wartime You can see the paleness of worn nerves These were the places that made us Now riddled with the ghosts of another world Born to live again Standing strange in a sea of beige I'm spun, and naked And reckless, like a dream Sweet dreams of otherness In memory of mankind I am listening but I can’t hear...Learn More

[George Pettit, Dallas Green, Wade MacNeil] Sifting through weathered photo albums (Does it make a difference? This is the way it is) Looking for gloriously aged polaroids (You think it really would make a difference? Would I hang on the beach in perfect black and hide?) Of places you've never been (I broke through this hollow shell that once held...Learn More