For the end of the world, or so to speak, and to revere hard core authentic social sidewinding, a reignition of hesherhood via black washed out, reclaimed t-shirts backed on a handspun web. This thus commences the intertwining of the percievably uninterwinable; of the near and far, inside and out, fore and background, as duty to drag, and drop back!
xx,
madam chino