Ahhhh, what does one say? Our perspective from down here, 3-1/2 stories beneath Downtown California, is probably a bit skewed, especially because it's night all day in our subterranean studios. There remain many unexplored miles of tunnels, caverns, adits and galleries in the back reaches of the grotteaux, and we hope that you will join us in our ongoing cerebral spelunking ventures.

That said,we feel that there is a little man who lives inside the glass*, and it is our job to help liberate him. He won't come out unless he wants to be seen, and there is only frustration in attempting to force him unless he's ready. (Have you ever seen what happens when you try to force glass? It isn't pretty...) Ah, but what elation we feel when he does want to appear! Does he communicate via telepathy? Pheromones? Semaphore? Smoke signals? Frankly, we can never remember. We only know he takes many forms, which we can never predict. But we feel privileged when we can help release the little guy, whatever form he may take. Down in the grotteaux, we're always wondering: What will he look like next?

*there are some who are certain his name is "Murphy"

Locard's Law (famous in forensics investigations) states that "every contact leaves a trace." Each trace is certain to have some sort of influence.

Influences? Yep, we've got 'em, by the carload: