The other day, Poliphilos was planning the “Player Characters” album again in his apartment overlooking the city. “Messenger!”, he called. Nothing. “Messenger?!”, he repeated. In a whoosh he was there. Disheveled with twigs and pine cones hanging in his…” “Is that moss???”, Poliphilos asked. “Don’t ask”, the Messenger said, tidying up. “I guess I better … Continue reading Journey to “Ancient Manager”