Climbing steps through the cartography of the real Middle-Earth.
Blocky East European sensibilities that stand the test of time.
The dance begins in folds of blood red.
Running into Eastern beats and Western twangs.
One piece of the puzzle at a time, overlaid on a mosaic of far-off lands.
Redshirts descend towards their steal cold deaths.
Toronto, the sleepy city where Canadians curse well beyond their reputation.
The exact moment of the snap.