IN CONVERSATION: Jesse Shreibman and Dylan Desmond of Bell Witch
Climbing to darkness, shedding the light.
Climbing to darkness, shedding the light.
I love you but it’s killing me.
Ciphers of lost things, revealed by the moonlight.
The hour is coming. The hour is here.
We stared death in the face and the death blinked first.
I will leave my gifts like lichen over the oak branches.
So I scream my worries to strangers.
Bask in the glow of high spirits.
Day two of London’s premiere math, post, and experimental rock/metal festival.