The first draft of this song (made four years prior) wanted the listener to experience the misery I had inexplicably felt at the time. But when I first ever shared the song with a close friend of mine, I instead received love and appreciation of the work I had made. Somehow, the broken pieces I was determined to humiliate and criticize myself for, enamored and inspired the others around me. The revised song now reflects on that situation, a gift to my closest supporters.more

The ghost counterpole my reality, on the other side of my computer screen. In reality trapped within the pixels of a screen lies an alter apparition, living parallel lives a daemonic program. As a human eats, sleeps, and breathes, the Specter operates, watches, and yearns. No matter how eager, it’s impossible to embrace, reach, or even see. Tragically, yet romantically, the only exchange is to know.more

Throwing everything against the wall and seeing what sticks!more