Out Went the Candle, and We Were Left Darkling

«As an artist of any kind, it is one’s job to regularly peer into the abyss.
Eventually, the
lure becomes too great and the wish becomes to never emerge. In order to exist
wholly
within this space, one must abandon hope, love, compassion and warmth entirely.
To the more twisted individual, this move is relatively painless.
To me, it was a pleasure."
-CEA