This album was written in 2012-13, however for one reason or another was never released. I have finally made it available here on Bandcamp.

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'O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.'

'Sonnet To Sleep', John Keats, 1819.

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Sleep. A state in which humans dwell for roughly a third of their lives. And yet, despite this, it remains a largely unexplained and mysterious phenomena. Sleep has the potential to intrigue, to enliven; to fascinate, to frighten.

To the one who knows no dream, the dreamworld represents unexplored territory. To him, the dreamworld inspires a certain excitement, yet terror, simultaneously. Indeed, to the non-dreamer, the dreamworld is an unfamiliar place, an otherworldly place, SOME PLACE ELSE.

"SOME PLACE ELSE" was motivated by a desire to observe the mysterious world of dreams, from the perspective of one who knows very little of such a world. As such, this is a purely subjective interpretation. Nonetheless, I do hope that you, the listener, can find something here with which to resonate. Thank you for indulging me, and I hope you enjoy this.