underground production of music cassettes + comic zines
There’s a desert in their hearts. All deserts seem infinite. Infinitely hot during the day, and cold, at night.
But the deposit between diverging deserts is a place where old friends, rivals and lovers might run into each other again. And so the story begins.
_____________________________ “Heat, we’re back in town,
will these streets of fire lead you to the house of the setting sun?”