we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.

it was the eyes that he noticed first in the night and in the light they could stop the traffic glowing red and it was the jawline rough with a greenish tinge of algae multiplying and somehow it was the snout that always seemed longer than before always seeming to need more length to fit … Continue reading we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.