Progress Belongs to those who Start.
Pulled between deep roots of blame and wings that ache to rise, the mind begins to shed CRT’s frame. No longer bound by Marxist fate or inherited guilt, a quiet revolt stirs. You are not the past, you are flight. Freedom begins where borrowed identities are finally left behind and self-determination starts....
Venturing into an insomniac's tumultuous mind, this piece explores the aftermath of losing a loved one through reckless behaviour. You'll find musical shadowy games, a bed strewn with ghostly memories, and burning anger that would make even a chilli pepper sweat. Comforting sleep? It's playing hard to get, as usual....
