In a world where the fabric of reality has been warped, the once-clear cutlines separating progress and decay, past and present, and sense and nonsense have begun to blur. The temperature of the atmosphere, like the moods of its inhabitants, have shifted. A vague curiosity has started to pique. There are doors that swing open, not just infrequently in abandoned corridors but also within dusty tomes – libraries where fresh perspectivity lies somewhere hidden beneath ancient compartments. Within these recesses remains unutilized intuition, shrouded despair and faint epiphanies.

Bangs_xr is the footstep that breaks into shattered realities. His intrusiveness leads us further into prevailing obscurity; to the sharp dichotomy – falsehood versus unwavering truth. For his losses count for nothing; his gifts bring no joy. Still, for those beckoned by faint despairing feedback from dim landscapes he channels his expressions without pause – liken grown roots wed between passion and futility.

Through letters announced to appease restlessness within curious alms of society his descent reveals everything. Contemplative – rooted too deep not to recall – the smell of pure manifestations sounds like tranquility biting frenzied blues slowly sizzling under barren liberty.