A man chases a woman from his past in a virtual world.
It’s hard to look forward when everything that makes you feel alive is written in past tense. So you start chasing ghosts. You pretend you’re looking for answers, but you just want to wallow in the memories. When I wrote Remanent, I saw it in society as a whole. Stubbornly looking at the world through blinders. Binging on nostalgia while our environmental carelessness was jeopardizing our future. But most of all, I felt it within myself. That feeling that I had lost that flame that warmed my soul, and that I’d do anything to warm myself on the embers of my memories. Maybe I wrote it to exorcize myself from that state. Or maybe I needed a better excuse to live in the past. Mostly, I think I just wanted to share those thoughts, those feelings. I look forward to that.