"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear of atomic energy, 'cause none of 'dem can stop the time. How long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look. Some say it's just a part of it, we've got to fulfill the Book. Won't you help to sing, these songs of Freedom. It's all I ever had." --Bob Marley
In the shadowed corridors of creativity, where the hum of machines meets the whisper of ink on paper, Kevin M. Cowan weaves a tapestry of sound and story. His words, like echoes in a forgotten alley, invite you to wander through the labyrinth of the mind, where each turn reveals a new vista of possibility. As a musician, he conjures melodies that linger like ghosts in the night, haunting and beautiful, while his technological prowess crafts bridges between the tangible and the ethereal. In this noir-zine world, Cowan's work is a chiaroscuro of innovation and introspection, a dance of light and shadow that beckons the curious to explore the depths of their own imaginations.
Neo, Archive Guide