'Soul' is an imaginary word. 'Ghosts' are what we call the things we leave behind. Losing love, losing faith, losing youth. Gaining will, resolve, and freedom. This album is the culmination of ten years of my life. These are the songs that were with me through deaths and comforted me through divorce. This is the album that, unwritten and unfinished, led me through cognitive dissonance and out the heavy doors of a church hall. It's the violent, messy, and fantastic genesis of existential autonomy and the revelation of our enigmatic, self-determined potential. It is a Ginsu-automaton, powered by anxiety and raucous lullabies, designed to soothe your dread, scare your cats, and to fight God with rocks. This is me, or at least what I've been so far.