The Magic of Obsidian

"My brain for whatever reason decided to go into the trenches of war. Why? I don't know," he said. "I see notion as sort of like the helmet of a person is like, it's the first thing you see." He added: "Then I see obsidian as the stool, like you need to use the stool to get up or you're like clamoring to get up over the trenches"