"You know the streets boiled?
Singing rains fell as every quiet night; kids staring at the scars of stars
Kissing beneath the moon;
In a flash, all gone in boiling heat and melted light
Modernity- White hot, dirty, mechanical modernity; smelling of bleach and lavender;
Arriving in that painful instant.
In one kiss, The wheel broke, the world was washed anew; and the future shines alone in the ruin."
Like any maze of myth; It’s a challenge. A contest, and a vista- One is at once part of it and viewing it from the outside. A double consciousness that will arrive when that much psychic noise is crammed into a single instant.
But it's a noise that we may, if not control- Direct to better, more poignant means, and so let me make my direction as transparent as possible:
I want to make something that feels like sitting on a Seattle metro bus: dark with downpour- the stars, synecdoche ghosts of worlds long brought to dust- Feeling the ghosts of the underground; a city built on the ruins of a burned dream
I want a red light and I want a ghostly blue glow
I want silk and velvet and black lace
I want to feel the echoes of sagas and the world’s of mythological hyperreality
I want the haunting beauty and melancholy of modern life presented in any context that befits it- so connected in our loneliness; of complex stories and even more complex communities.
Holding each-other in the dark hearing the wind screaming outside; A halfhearted séance with a tremendous result.
I will use the iconography that befits my meaning, and that brings me comfort-
There will be no discrimination in my input, nor my output.
Klimt is Gygax, is Black Flag, is Moebius, is Augusto Boal, etc.
And I will use any medium that fits best my message and comfort. (Mostly RPGs, Some Art too.)
Hope you enjoy, Love you all- Harpy <3
