Self-portrait Xerox scan, digitally edited and printed on card stock
Who said it was after? Can not move on, anywhere. Diwali fireworks gave me riot PTSD. But, sleep with one eye open. Eye on the prize, always, right? Sell your soul, fast fashion sells. Go back North, Are you asking or telling? This voyage we're on ends in a dogfight. Weary juveniles dragging the next chapter along, once more endless gluttony. We're in this cycle together. Hope, perhaps - I don't know. Depends if you're in or out. Who said it was after?