Tall Trees

Walk 20 feet off most roads on this Island and you are on your own. One is still able to step where none have stepped before and experience what was common to the first peoples; connection and reverence. The moss that drips and the fog that conceals are but two of the many signals that you are here and that there is no need to go there.

We all have our secret trails and gullies, creek beds and tube runs and we are far too skilled at deception to allow others to find them. You earn these secrets by putting in time and being there when others are too busy. Never be too busy. Explore the land of tall trees with a friend at your side and a trusty hound in the lead.

Welcome to the Wreck Age

People pursue many things in life; peace, happiness, wisdom, relationships, the metaphysical. But to actually grasp any of these within your consciousness, let alone your hand is a challenging thing, if not impossible. They are the intangible, they are the essence of a life well lived. Not pursued and accomplished but rather experienced. They are metaphysical, they are meta-collectable, they are meta-meta. They are found and consumed by one’s soul when the very atoms of our physical existence align, allowing for the supernatural to seep through our valences and beyond the subatomic. This is the wreck age, welcome.