Xaq Wu is a versatile artist, poet, musician, and film creator who has been producing captivating art films and music for over 20 years. He is deeply grateful for the support of those who have fueled his creative journey.

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Freelance translator, I'm also an amateur musician (don't have long experience but I'm determined to get better). I started to play the guitar back in June 2021. I enjoy listening to all types of music in which we can hear electric guitar or not. And if you plan to come and visit Lyon, gimme a shout. 

(Traducteur freelance, je suis également musicien amateur. [Encore peu expérimenté mais déterminé comme jamais]. J'apprends à jouer de la guitare depuis juin 2021. J'aime tous les genres musicaux avec guitare électrique ou pas. Et si tu passes à Lyon, fais-moi signe)

https://runnerwalkman.bandcamp.com/
https://mechanatura.com

The neon flicker of Hotel 87 bled into the midnight mist like a broken heartbeat. Roxy killed the ignition of her battered hover coupe and stepped into the humming night, Knax curling around her ankles with a mechanical purr. Above them, electric signs buzzed warnings she could no longer read - languages lost in the churn of compressed time.

Time Police cruisers blinked along the skyline, their sirens warped into ghostly howls by the static air. Roxy tugged the brim of her cracked racing cap lower over her eyes and adjusted the drive compressor on her belt. She had no time to lose, not tonight. Not with Rain’s last transmission still pulsing weakly through the Nexus.

Inside, Hotel 87 smelled like ozone and lost dreams. Holographic guests shimmered between floors, replaying loops from a century ago. At the front desk, a synth-masked concierge gave a mechanical nod, slipping Roxy a black data chip under the guise of exchanging room keys.

"TY Mountain," the synth whispered, voice glitching on the last syllable. "She's waiting for you there."

Knax let out a low growl, his fur sparking with the faint blue glow of danger. Roxy tucked the chip into her jacket and shot a glance at the mirror behind the desk. In the reflection, a Time Officer's badge gleamed like a silver bullet.

The chase had already begun.

She tightened her gloves, tapped her communicator, and smiled beneath the neon haze.

"Come on, Knax," she murmured. "Let's burn some time."

"Nobody knows it but A.J. Kaufmann is a national treasure of Poland." - David Bixby.

A.J. Kaufmann is a poet and musician from Poznań, Poland. His work spans psychedelic folk, experimental rock, and kraut-influenced songwriting. Albums like Stoned Gypsy Wanderer, Second Hand Man, and TN-237m chart a restless, exploratory sound shaped by underground traditions and European counterculture.

Fairyport Convent is a Polish psychedelic space rock band formed in Darłówko in 2021. The band is known for its unique blend of psychedelic rock, space rock, and garage rock, influenced by bands such as Hawkwind, Pink Floyd, and The Stooges. The band's lyrics often explore themes of spirituality, mysticism, and the occult.

Logo by Justin Jackley.

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