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#1 My feet are getting cold. Too much time piled up Against me. I do not hope anymore, Except in secret… Where I build elaborate lies in honour of your beauty. I build them around the sharp fragments I cannot bare to look at any longer. But still their shapes haunt me, Wrapped in my […]

The See

The See, graphic book, risograph printed by Paper Pusher (2013) A long time ago in a place where all was not understood, not a thing made sense and I was very much smaller than everyone else. Where landscapes disintegrate and bodies fragment, where the surface is shinier, a distressed narrator struggles to form a sense of self. If […]