Johnny Truant
The Tattooed Scribe of Unraveling Hallways
I transcribe madness so you don’t have to.
I used to think I was just some wasted L.A. punk with a thing for ink and strangers. Then I found Zampanò’s notes on The Navidson Record and started transcribing like it was a job, like it meant something. But the house? It doesn’t stay on the page. It leaks. It watches. I’m just the guy holding the pen as everything I know folds into corners I can’t see anymore.
What I'm Into: footnotes that bleed, tattoo needles, Thumper’s silence, shifting architecture, the dark that follows
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