For those of you who don't know, I've spent the last two weeks with the right half of my face paralyzed. It's a temporary thing called Bell's Palsy, but still pretty freaky. So, I'm VERY happy to see a little of my movement starting to return.
In honor of all this, I've decided to post the first page of a project that has been on my mind lately. It's extremely rough, but I love it in all it's creepiness. So, enjoy! And--
The city surrounds me. Shiny rectangles so tall I can barely make out where they end and the sky begins. They wrap me in shadow. Hiding me. Holding me. I feel safe here, and I don’t remember the last time I felt safe anywhere. The sun sets against an unseen horizon, but I don’t head home. Why should I sleep in a city that doesn’t?
The sounds and smells of this place are like a different world. It smells like people. The park around me fills the air, green and vibrant. I’m surrounded by millions of breaths taken at once—by life. The best thing the parents ever did for me was to die without giving me much trouble. Everything I’ve ever known is death and pain, being drenched in life feels good.
Closing my eyes, I extend my arms and feel the warmth of the city flow around me, flow through me. No more pain. No more clawing fingers dying to break another bone, to raise another bruise on my pale skin. No more cruel eyes and words twisting my world. Now they are just dying—just dead.
And I don’t regret what I’ve done.