A series of awkward «declarations,» stuck somewhere between Thursday and Saturday.
Unconventional teen graphic prose without dialogue. Noir short «notes» presented as small zines.
1. ECLIPSE
The snow is falling outside the window in large flakes, with an almost inaudible rumble. I rub my eyes. I reluctantly come to terms with my sixth finger. I catch the first «black star» and the lamp’s dimmed gaze.
My stomach is rumbling. I feel run down. Sometimes I feel like I’m «on the wrong side.» By the way, who even is this «I»? There was someone lighter here yesterday.
The water boiled in the warped mouth of the ladle.
The coffee has gone cold. The very viscous sleep has drawn closer. How long have we been sitting here? It seems I haven’t noticed the sun in a long time.
*** There is no text in the original, but all the images are in place.
2. IN THE FIELD
A short yet potent narrative about potential, beauty, resistance, and complexity. A dozen images giving rise to a hundred meanings. The size of a child’s palm.
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