The origin. No mic, no plan, just recording clips and learning to edit by doing it wrong a hundred times. The channel that started everything even though nothing about it was good.
The chaotic middle ground. Memes, random edits, whatever felt funny at 2am. No direction, pure expression, accidentally learning what timing and comedy feel like in edit form.
The expansion. Exploring consciousness, altered states, and translating inner experience into visual language. The work got weirder and more honest at the same time.
Studying how stories move by cutting through other people's worlds. Anime, cars, whatever had the right energy. Every sync to a beat was another rep on the editing timeline.
A cosmic lion infected by a black ink parasite. Civilizations trapped inside a living universe. A pilgrimage toward a mountain to heal what's been corrupted. The soundtrack tells the story.
