the last conspiracy x Isaac Sellam

Two collected minds, steadily roam the wintry mist. Black culatta leather their canvas. Goodyear welting the truest shoemaker's mark. Metal seam staples within the benevolent reach of the artisan. Together they gaze beyond the horizon. Bonded. Forged from common understanding, they create. These their profound musings. Fear no longer, together we remain suspended in time. Even if only for a while, let us reflect and embrace singular construction. Unity.