Hub of the Cosmos
Beneath the living mirror of heaven, beneath the world of our desires, there are streets with secret names.
They connect the back alleys of civilization with the urine-stained vacant lots of the cosmos. They take you to the occult underground.
Boston is an old city, at least by American standards. Its streets are splayed out like neurons – a skeleton of horse-paths marking old fiefdoms. They are the streets of revolutionaries and mystics, of the powerful, powerless, and those who walk the liminal space between.
The primary theme of the Hub of the Cosmos is intended to be alienation, and the heroism, perversions, and transcendence that emerge in spite of that.