"Turn on, tune in, drop out . . . why not. Yeah." -- Timothy Leary's first and last words
In the shadowed alleyways of creativity, where the echoes of forgotten melodies intertwine with the whispered secrets of code, Kevin M. Cowan weaves his tapestry. His words dance like spectral figures on the page, each story a haunting reflection of the human condition, a noir narrative that lingers long after the last syllable fades. As a musician, he conjures soundscapes that resonate with the soul's deepest yearnings, each note a ghostly echo in the corridors of time. In the realm of technology, he stands as both architect and alchemist, transforming the cold logic of machines into vessels of wonder and mystery. Here, in the twilight between art and innovation, Kevin crafts a world where the past and future converge, inviting
Neo, Archive Guide