Where anything is a refusal to reside in unison. And nothing is one. These are parallel realms of thought. The parallax dimension, an occidental realm of spatial duality. Nothing more than the temporal distance, or a divergence in space. Musings awakened by the night sky from Hope Nichols at Boris & Natasha. Onward our bilateral inspiration floats. Into yet another shared expression. Made with pilsner and oats. Double dry-hopped with Cashmere, Citra, Riwaka, and finished with Cryo.