1. There’s a danger in assuming this another fad. Death itself has changed. The leaving no longer lends itself to ritual, that odd idea
In Memory of Lucien Stryk This, you tell me, is the best moment of the elephant’s life. Guilty of murder. Sentenced to public execution.
The laser eye blinks as your measured step breaks its ankle-high sight; you’re hypnotized by the mural’s newsprint grayscales, drawn into the vacuum of