Welcome to the realm of passado, where dual mysteries triangulate into the essence of our being. Here, love is scarce, and the lonely hearts embrace the triangular void that exists beyond our physical realm.
Hum Hum Humming
Passado echoes the yodeling cries of the forlorn. What does your heart seek after the vibrating hum?
Measured in gallons, the fears we possess, blossom into nothingness as we reduce them to mere shadows along our journey.