What does dissent look like in an era where discourse is dead? Perhaps even reason itself becomes the enemy.
Black Cantos explores a family’s tarnished legacy in the embers of a world that has died and which seems ready to die yet again. When a mysterious clock appears, our solitary protagonist suddenly finds meaning in the midst of poverty and starvation: an insatiable urge to stop the incessant ticking which has caused a large crowd to gather. This is a tale of the psyche reaching its limits, refusing to concede, and in some ways becoming self-destructive. It explores what it means to be human in light of the loss of all outside sources of definition. And just as the verses and pages melt under dizzying formatting, so too does the nature of time and reality follow suit. What will we see when the clock strikes six?
Shirking the nihilistic bent of post-modern contemporaries, Black Cantos plunders form without forsaking function within its staccato-paced, minimalist prose. Here, the written medium comes alive with all the anxiety of its contents, everything from broken words to blacked-out pages or hand-written warnings.
In true independent fashion, the cover art was crafted with a base of physical, disparate materials, photographed, and layered with additional digital elements. It’s this pastiche nature of reality and fiction, light and darkness, roughness and softness, and creation and destruction that helps cement the tale’s unique mix of moods and ideals.
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