The patterns aren’t as easy to trace at night; they’re heard, and at times felt, more so than seen. Distant static plays tricks on the psyche, tan turns to chrome, and the cruel mirages of paradise drift into cold echoes of infinite dune:
“#001” was slipped in the mail today and signed “Best, Unknown”. The artist may or may not be someone we’ve heard from before, but whatever; this is a welcome numbers game.
