Drawings from the Outer Realm
& Peculiar Video Game Music Reviews
Send me rough distortion.
Send me searing feedback.
It will typically send me over the edge of this cliff, spiralling down, gaining momentum where I will invariably smash my already broken frame into the mud.
And down there, knee deep in this swill, I must allow myself to try and wade forward, allowing myself to be sucked into Pandora’s box. I will never return.
I dwell in that box, slowly getting smaller, the walls drawing inwards, the ceiling cascading down onto my head. This paranoia and claustrophobia envelops my mind.
The Magik Markers send me on my way at three in the morning. A gigantic crimson wind settles on the sunglow dew which rests flatly on the burnt tangerine steam, amid all open air fields of red wetness. It all swirls like an epic monolith in front of my eyes. It fears high regard and it fears crumbling.
I hear in the distance, Elisa Ambrogio calling, preaching words of importance and rescue, willing me back… yet this tidal wave of despair drags me onwards.
The Kingdom of God and its land of nobility is far away. It is unobtainable.
…So I let this distortion enrapt me.