t h e b e y o n d is an attempt at ascribing meaning to the past. the games i escaped with, that i found solace in underneath the warm glow of cathode rays. the movies that i spent my evenings watching with friends i have not spoken to in decades and likely never will again. the books with the covers so graphic that my teachers should have seen them as the cries for help that they were. it is about facing my childhood fears and desperately trying to leave them in the past.

t h e a u t h o r is a lifetime lover of horror who is afraid that i've lost my purpose. will that be what i find at the end of this journey?