1,260 Days is a journey to a foreign land, a detour called a shortcut in a cab. It’s riding on a night train in a warm sweat as you hear the choo chuggen down the tracks. It’s a vision in a restless dream, a nightmare with a bloody scene, a demon putting thoughts into your head.
1,260 Days is about the man in black. It’s about a work shift. It’s about a suicidal note. It’s the unheard music. It’s a forty-day fast. It’s a severed artery. It’s an itchy rash.
1,260 Days is a holy book. It’s a trumpet being blown upon a hill. It’s a paradox. It’s a riddle. It’s a jest. Its hope. Its change. Its woe. Its greed. It’s me. It’s you. It’s them. It’s us.
