“I like to think I have reached a state where I can observe the world from a detached location,
somewhere near the clouds. I write surrealism because I think in the abstract we are closest to
truth. Everything divine is surreal. I make enough money to get to whatever comes next but no
more. I am writing to give you all I have felt, and nothing else - I am a vehicle and I am trying to
bring my visions to the world, however I can.”
~ Forrest Armstrong
A picaresque movement in a nameless city. An America engaged in a propaganda-war, determined to clog drug-flow from the Netherlands, and the rubble of a broken city on the opposite shore of the Atlantic. The youth who dream in the face of nightmares, who explore themselves with chemicals with sad paint with jail cells with institutions with a belief in something bigger than the flesh...