VI.BE

Long ago, I was invited by the rectangular window in my attic. When I fell, I ended up in a hyperdimension of geometry and vectors. I was trapped outside the box. There I saw that no one existed. When I escaped, I shot back through the space drive tunnel to this manufactured reality and could no longer shake off the electricity. With my guitar around my neck, I stuck one hand into the computer port and pointed my finger at a projection of my vision of the moon. An invisible voice echoed in my head: “You are a horse, ride, but take your time. Everything will happen soon enough.” Now I inhabit the place of the window and invite you to lose yourself in my world.

This is an authentic expression of my presence with a vision of connection.

I am Turnal.