
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.

From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.

Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?

Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
