
"Left my home in the mountain mist... Came to chase the light."

"Couldn't pay the room, couldn't buy the books...
Pink neon sign said 'Dream' in gold.
Walked inside — nineteen years old."
A story of survival in the city lights. Learning to drift outside the mind, leaving the body behind.


"Strange and gentle, something sweet and true...
Blue boy, I know you're crying still.
Your tears are falling in the Ping."
FROM MAE AI TO MILANO