Lars Moriendi

Here is the scene:
'A cloud of dust rises up to the sky and blots out the sun.
Your bearings are shrouded at best, but still you must walk.
The familiar fading more and more with each step.
There is no map where we are going.'

Been wrestling with big moods, exploring new sounds, and trying to learn what is to be alive in this spectacle of an age by transmuting the inner to the outer through music.

The latest of these explorations is called Lone Rider.