Time is a funny thing. Here I am pictured forcing myself to become ambidextrous at the very beginning (or middle or end since we are in collective acknowledgement of the nonlinear) of Witchfork when A. G. Cook and I first worked on this project together from our respective computers many moons ago. 

We built Witchfork out of a craving for the abysmal and we have kept it going for an undetermined amount of time. Today, immediately following the Full Moon in Scorpio (…the sign of death and rebirth…) Witchfork will succumb to its destined and bitter end. 

As Editor of Witchfork since it’s conception, I want to say how much this role has meant to me as not only a a purveyor of darkness and light, but also as a music lover, and how much I look forward to what is next in our endeavors once we acquire the inconceivably large monetary and spiritual fortune that has been contractually promised to us in the WWW merger deal. The old woman in this photograph could have never imagined the resonant fate bestowed upon her (for which Witchfork was the catalyst) and she, I, and the other holographic entities that collectively make up our bodily form are deeply grateful for the journey.