Thank you for listening to us ramble on about poetry and stories and all things in between. This is the end of the first season of flatline, and we ho...

We are machines, stamped out like bottle caps. Even us humans. Only a representative of a type. We started this century with the dream to achieve all ...

There is a storm outside. Everything that you had learnt of your home is being questioned. Every story that you were told is beginning to have a diffe...

"For years I could not accept the place I was in. I felt I should be somewhere else. A city, trees, human voices lacked the quality of presence. I wou...

We created Flatline as an attempt to explore the quiet in a city filled with white-noise. “Late night, as I lay sleepless In the summer dark With wind...