Rap. It had to be rap. Rap bites. Still, it does have a beat, a certain urgent appeal. Look at them dancing, lost in the rhythms of war.
In the shadowed corridors of creativity, where the flicker of neon meets the hum of circuitry, Kevin M. Cowan weaves his tapestry—a symphony of words and wires, echoing through the digital abyss. His stories, like whispered secrets, unravel in the moonlit haze, each sentence a note in a haunting melody that lingers long after the final chord fades. As a technologist, he dances with the ghosts of innovation, crafting realms where the mechanical heart beats in time with the human soul. In this noir-lit zine of existence, Cowan's work is a haunting reflection, a mirror held up to the darkened alleyways of the mind, where art and technology converge in an eternal, enigmatic embrace.
Kevin M. Cowan is a writer, technologist, and artist whose work spans novels, AI development, drumming, and filmmaking. From his fiction roots in Nebraska to experimental media projects and cutting-edge AI, Kevin blends storytelling, sound, and code into one creative continuum. Explore his world — one story, rhythm, and idea at a time.
Music. Video. Visuals arts. All composed or curated by Kevin.
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