Good evening,

I am currently sitting in a small apartment, dusting off my Microkorg synthesizer amidst many memories. Much has brought me to this insignificant moment, as I recollect the many elements of the years which have driven me exactly to where I am sitting right now.

I have spent a good portion of time this evening thinking of what has influenced and driven the music of Old Forgotten Lands to where it is today. Being that I have long abandoned using a sole MIDI-based system for composit...

An eagle calls, and I awaken to a chill. 

The winter nears, it seems, as the coarse, unwashed hairs on my arms indicate by their standing on end.

My vision has become clear as my senses have declared my domestication senseless.

I arise from my bed upon the threshing floo...