Electum Mortem

Life boils down to one simple idea at the core of humanity: choice.

Choose to practice guitar; 40 hours a week is decent, if only we had that in a day. The beautiful protective coating surrounding those steel strings tears away at the skin on your fingertips, hardening and disfiguring the thin layers protecting your soul from the world around; but your skin doesn’t leave easy. It tears the coating off the steel leaving behind bare metal to fight with your flesh for years to come. You resonate together in a bashful frequency, finding the pitch of…