Dry Dwellers of Eternity

I have been to the Backrooms, and the Backrooms have made me sad.

Like every other artist on earth, I can’t keep from reflecting on what’s most conspicuously missing from our world. Missing from the center of our social lives, and from the internet itself, and from our sense of the past. Lost links in the chain of conscious thought, running from that past to this present, and onward to the next generation, who seem destined (doomed?) to be the victims of a less and less legible history…