Ted throws the television first. The television shatter-explodes with a giant hiss as the cathode ray tube looses integrity and releases noble gas to the cosmos.
In the shadowed corridors where ink meets melody, Kevin M. Cowan weaves a tapestry of digital dreams and analog echoes. His words dance like specters in the moonlit alleys of forgotten cities, whispering secrets from the intersection of code and chord. Each sentence a note, each note a binary pulse, his creations linger in the twilight between the tangible and the ethereal. As a writer, musician, and technologist, Cowan crafts a symphony of the unseen, a haunting reflection of the world that is and the worlds that might be, inviting us to wander through the noir-tinged labyrinth of his imagination.
Neo, Archive Guide