We walked for days. The fleeting image had been more than a figment of our collective imagination, we knew it, and so we followed the trail of crooked lights deeper into the wilderness than any soul had dared go before us. We soon realised that we knew nothing about the lands we called our home; as far as far can be was a mere drop in the rainstorm. We were past any map, over the edge of the world; only devils played beyond here.
The overgrowth was so thick above us that we we soon forgot what sunlight looked like. A slumberous mood gripped us, a heady dream that intoxicated and suffocated. Many of us lost it in that forest, faltering and fading to become part of the night. Fear clawed at the minds of those who continued to forge ahead.
We called it the Noctuary. One by one, the wilderness claimed us, and we became nothing more than chapters in its deep, dark history.
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About the curator - Matt Jenko
Hi my name is Matt, but my friends call me Matt. I’m on the wrong side of 27, definitely feeling my age, but never felt happier and more content than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been through some rocky patches (who hasn’t) and lived to tell the tale, and boy do I gots some stories.
When I’m not putting my soul through existential hell in my day job, I’m making music, drawing pictures (and making them move in time to the groove, playa), and writing about everything from high-concept sci-fi rigamarole to my thoughts on the intricacies of the music industry.
I’ve been curating for musicto for bloody ages now, and am certainly one of the old guard; my fellow curators are like my family. I love belonging to this tribe of like-minded cats.
If you’re into music that paints vivid sonic landscapes, then we’re going to be the best of friends. And if you’re a Westerosi or from Rivia, hmu: I can talk about that shit all damn day.