Last Five Years

In your life, there is a dream. The dream.

The journey to that dream is written upon this wall, written and carved, impressed element by element through time and splashed ink. This is a prophesy, a prophesy of the future, of the present and of the past viewed through the dirty lenses of a nonconsensus reality, a spell of semi-sense spoken through words more light than sound. On this wall are cast the tools of fate, the markings of an understanding only gained through the journey, only gaine...