Rob DiDio2pm. July.No lights are on. The house is silent, except for the basement, and only in the very back corner of it. The whir of pedals, moving a steel…Aug 13, 2017Aug 13, 2017
Rob DiDioNot So Ancient Classics: Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit“Hearing her voice makes me feel like something bad is about to happen.” — A FriendAug 10, 2017Aug 10, 2017