“Run captures the essence of a bad dream, one where you’re running from something but you’re not quite sure what it is and you’re not quite sure where you’re heading either.”
The dimly illuminated suburban scenery seems to repeat as you run, like the recycled backdrop of a Looney Toons cartoon. You feel the pressure building, all you know is that you have to keep running. Then, suddenly, a moment of lucidity shakes your fear and you realize it’s a dream. Now, perhaps you can enjoy this dreamland jog.
In a world of his own making, the solitude and conditional attitudes that the persona via Austin Zaff, lives in vexing grandeur. A proud parent of broad shouldered and confident visions, the songs of Austin Zaff, demonstrate with ease, a platitude for an ultimate dimension. A dimension that is granular, and also just under the surface, never reveals its truth, until the last moments of moments.
The Rubiks cube, of colors and delight, mash into a smooth deliberation, which seeps deep into the moist natures of our psyche.