noa lund
composer, artist
Greetings, weary traveler,
’Tis I, Noa, keeper of this haven, which provideth shelter from the woes and evil forces of our times: AI ‘art,’ ads, telemetry, social media, et cetera.
In this refuge, thou shalt discover music of both commercial viability and preclusion; art of the visual and conceptual persuasions; code of the formative variety; and email—forbidden to all but those of the boomereth race, for whom ’tis their native tongue.
I wish thee luck in navigating these dark and bloated times and sites, and may we meet pseudo-socially once again.