JURNE | The Keys To The City. from Ironlak on Vimeo. First off, shame on me for not posting this very inspiring video a month ago...I hate sleepin on a good thing. Anyway, if you don't already know, Jurne is one of the most interesting, original and humble cats in the game. Take a look...
"When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd
reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond
darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like
the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world. His hand rose
and fell softly with each precious breath. He pushed away the plastic
tarpaulin and raised himself in the stinking robes and blankets and
looked toward the east for any light but there was none. In the dream
from which he'd wakened he had wandered in a cave where the child led
him by the hand. Their light playing over the wet flowstone walls. Like
pilgrims in a fable swallowed up and lost among the inward parts of some
granitic beast. Deep stone flues where the water dripped and sang.
Tolling in the silence the minutes of the earth and the hours and the
days of it and the years without cease. Until they stood in a great
stone room where lay a black and ancient lake. And on the far shore a
creature that raised its dripping mouth from the rimstone pool and
stared into the light with eyes dead white and sightless as the eggs of
spiders. It swung its head low over the water as if to take the scent of
what it could not see. Crouching there pale and naked and translucent,
its alabaster bones cast up in shadow on the rocks behind it. Its
bowels, its beating heart. The brain that pulsed in a dull glass bell.
It swung its head from side to side and then gave out a low moan and
turned and lurched away and loped soundlessly into the dark." -the first paragraph of The Road, by Cormac McCarthy