{{ define "main" }}
{{ $sectionPages := where .Site.Pages "Section" .Section }}

<div class="container h-100 title-page">
    <h1>
        <span class="lift anim">Night</span>
        <span class="drop anim">Mares</span>
    </h1>
    <p class="shift-left">
        {{ range last 1 (where .Site.RegularPages "Section" "catalogue") }}
        <a href="{{ .Permalink }}">First</a>
        {{ end }}
    </p>
    <p class="text-center">
        <a href="/catalogue/index.html">Catalogue</a>
    </p>
    <p class="shift-right">
        {{ if (eq ( .Site.Params.ShowFuture ) "TRUE") }}
        {{ range first 1 (where .Site.RegularPages "Section" "catalogue") }}
            <a href="{{ .Permalink }}">Latest</a>
        {{ end }}
        {{ else }}
            {{ range first 1 (where (where .Site.RegularPages "Section" "catalogue") "Params.date" "lt" now) }}
                <a href="{{ .Permalink }}">Latest</a>
            {{ end }}
        {{ end }}
    </p>

    <div class="title-desc">
        <p>
            The following is an attempt at recreating dreams that left me viscerally shaken. The type of visions that shout into your soul and call into your mind’s eye, then awaken you in a cold sweat. Like a coat of oil it clings to your skin, simultaneously burning heat mixed with a creeping chill. 
        </p>
        <p>
            Fear.
        </p>
        <p>
            The kind of scent that sneaks up on you, just before dawn breaks the horizon’s dew. And in your most vulnerable of moments it seizes hold of your psyche and grips it tightly. For just a sweet moment, you are sure you will die. 
        </p>
        <p>
            Down this path I wish to take you, to show you fleeting fragments of cloying memory, a fetid feast of fetish fear.
        </p>
        <p class="float-end">
            - Steffen Blake
        </p>
    </div>
</div>

{{ end }}