Wandering anchorite, pseudo-philosopher, solitudinarian, scholar of eternal Platonic ideas. From the depths of the European countryside, the burning fever of creation struck upon me to birth this spire. On an obdurate quest to forge a piece of art that might finally satisfy me, this web enclave became my bunker of vagarious ideals, as a testament to the filth that breeds beauty. In our age of narcissism, we may be too complacent to continue what began with the Divine spark that ignited the creation of art itself. Enjoy your digital urbex of this squalid, moldy dungeon. My age? My name? My life? None of these matter, the trail left behind reigns supreme.
