BIlood splashes on my feet as I walk, but I walk anyway. This dream is the river of death. This dream is the one mountain that Hannibal could not cross with his elephants. dream of the people who have forgotten me in the way that roses forget those days without water.
2025
released a record earlier this year, half a decade and change from the last one—a long break taken between for reasons mostly beyond our scope of control.…