A hooded figure walks on a dark beach towards a city among the stars, positively glowing with promise in the unfeeling void. It’s unclear whether the figure is the doom implied in the title looming overhead, or merely an observer of the ephemeral.
This was inspired both by recent events and a little meme a friend made in the immediate wake of the 2016 election. There are three
Aim high, and be prepared to fall really fucking far Stars and a landscape and some deeply suspicious smoke form the background for this almost
“Be assured I shall continue doing whatever the hell it is that I do” This image pairs a quote from the inestimable Vermin Supreme with
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
A light re-write of an earlier piece, which may or may not have been part of the 2016 nightmare writing, over a background full of
This comes from a batch of images that incorporate small sections of lyrics or were otherwise inspired by music. The song for this one was
