MANIFESTO

"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