"The profit of the knowledge of the soul is that thou understandest and art sure that thy existence is neither existent nor non-non-existent, and that thou art not, wast not, and never wilt be" (Whoso Knoweth Himself). //IBN ARABI
The Fiat folks started out in the desert.
Why the desert I don’t know.
None of them liked the fucking heat.
They eventually trickled into town.
Found some more folks and expanded.
They crawled around motels, abandoned shit-holes.
In and out of corridors.
They carried that fucking speaker around everywhere. It crackled like a piece of shit. But when that Noise came on, god damn.
I had a boy back then.
They snatched him right away.
They were the meanest people.
I went after them and they beat my throat in with a cleaver.
That Sound though, man.
The Will Divine is what they called it.
captured with the assistance of infrared filters to reveal additional emotional-trauma-textures not visible by the naked eye. attempted wide gamut reproduction as well
we have reason to believe that they are still out there. exercise great physical and psychic caution