I remember when I woke up to see the faces in the wall. Little, sharp, triangular shaped faces, randomly moving in and out to stare at me. I could make out a massive pile of fruit to my left. I had no idea where I was. Then a woman came…
A Quiet Riot With Words & Art
I remember when I woke up to see the faces in the wall. Little, sharp, triangular shaped faces, randomly moving in and out to stare at me. I could make out a massive pile of fruit to my left. I had no idea where I was. Then a woman came…