Divisionary from Variant One by Kevin Daniel Grant

I am several people and you are several people, and several of our people fail to get along. They wear the right disguises. They speak common languages, but sometimes they mistake the face for whom might wear the mask. You are several people, and of those several people, some of them I tolerate and some I cannot stand. I recognize your face but sadly, your true name escapes me. Time slips through our fingers and we leave with empty hands. I am several people and several of those people-- if I could, I would divorce their actions from my name. When the glass is shattered and replaced into the mirror we are like the images reflected in the panes. I am several people, and of those several people, love as many of them as your stomach can withstand. You are several people, and of those several people, have the kindest of them extend a willing hand.


Sing on high, a voice that can accompany yourself.

• Alternative
• post-punk
• Fairhaven