• We are the generation of cataclysm, we are the survivors, the spoiled; we are the catylists to usher in a new age, one that does not compromise it's ideals but fights, bleeds and sweats to overcome planetary dissapointment and gratify the suffocating dreams of humanity. We were lonely, isolated and outcast; we arrived, flung into this world, as ends of wormholes - repulsive, always taking, always ...giving, never satisfied, never content - but constantly communicating with the unseen, the unknown Other. We are the ones buzzing with static, raising hairs, eyebrows and sending shivers down spines; our souls thrash to inspire, express, impress, obliterate, fathom and create so violently that we cannot refuse the fact that we are the generation to toil of our own volition and revel in the actualization of culminating fantasy.