James Hackett

The light is a lie. I prefer the underground things that are not overtly publicly supported because everything perverse has reimagined themselves as something “good” and the truly good things, are castaways sent to the basement of our ideological potentials. Everything seems borrowed or somewhat corrupted especially the light. It is harsh, cruel and flashy. It contains a mock joy that warns me.

So yeah I have dark tastes, it defines the light.