Owen sings along with Kristin and Kara and the Allman Brothers, bouncing along, enjoying the party, when Ted runs by with a drum set.
In the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, where shadows dance to the rhythm of a distant jazz, Kevin M. Cowan weaves his tapestry of words and notes, a symphony of the digital and the analog. His prose whispers secrets of forgotten alleyways and neon-lit dreams, while his melodies echo the heartbeats of a city that never sleeps. As a technologist, he crafts with the precision of a watchmaker, gears turning in the clockwork of cyberspace, each click a testament to the future's haunting embrace. In this noir-zine world, Cowan stands as a modern alchemist, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary, a ghostly figure at the crossroads of art and innovation.
Neo, Archive Guide