We All Become Monsters Eventually

Mountains and rivers, rocks and fields blend and melt together in a blue-green mishmash of the essence of nature, faint hints of greys and purples

Sometimes you’re so sick the only thing you can manage is goofing off in photoshop. Last week I had one of those days, and now

A hooded figure rests against a tree trunk at a wooden bridge, though it’s unclear whether they are merely tired or worse. The woods are

A couple sits on a sand dune underneath the stars and ghosts of keys and wires. A hint of the strife can be found in

Blue circuit boards, light trails, and other digital nonsense make a chaotic backdrop for the title text picked out in an early terminal style font