October 2010
idle. the outside world is inaudible. darkness all around. except for this place. the only light around shines only on you, with a low orange tint that street lamps are best known for. the low rumble and the stirring calm surrounds you in this finely crafted cabin. the air inside is frosty enough to send it from the top of you neck all the way down to your spine and into your fingers and toes....