I will admit, I find it hard to believe that Steven Wilson’s HAND.CANNOT.ERASE. is now fourteen months old. It arrived on my doorstep—courtesy of amazon.com—on the day it was released, and I played it immediately, of course. At the time, however, I had become truly skeptical of anything Wilson was doing at that moment. My dislike and distrust had not come on me suddenly, but, rather over a relatively long period of time. As I mentioned in a previous post, I didn’t come across his work until a random turning on of album rock radio in Fort Wayne played an incredible song—“Trains” if I remember correctly—just as Porcupine Tree had released IN ABSENTIA. I not only purchased that album that day at a Fort Wayne Bestbuy, but I also searched out an independent CD/record store, and purchased much of PT’s back catalogue. To say that a decade of obsession (in the healthy, fan sense; not in the psychotic sense) with Wilson and all of his art set in. I was certainly a completest. If it had Wilson’s name on it, I owned it.