
The story At last you can leave the world behind and embrace the untamed rhythm of the Scottish Highlands to find peace in the shifting seasons—a harmony born from surrendering to nature’s wild, uncontrollable beauty. The philosophy Many Western myths are devoted to quests and silent about what follows them. The stories end where the…

Last Rose of Summer was born in a late summer of the mid-1990s, out of a synthesizer. I had saved for a long time to buy a Korg Trinity, and its arpeggiator became my playground. One evening — it must have been a warm stretch of July or early August — I set the machine…

Whoever reads this, you have found it. It does not matter where. It does not matter when. You have found this on a desk, or in a drawer, or in the pocket of a coat that belonged to someone you knew, or you picked it up from a table at a hotel you will never…

The last rays of warmth embrace meAnd in that moment, from this soilShe has risenNow to that soil she’s going back againThe bloom of the autumn, my returning friendIt’s not the end, the time we spent togetherWith my Last Rose of SummerThe honey bee is singing goodbyeIn the last ray of autumn lightThe last Summer…