I see him as one of those pitiful things sometimes born in hospitals. They feed it, keep it warm, yet they don't put it on the machines. They let it die. But he doesn't die. He looks normal... and nobody can tell what he is.
viva indifference + the resurrectionist, or an existential crisis in c# || (parachutes zine)
“How the Jackalope Got His Antlers…”
Some experimentation work from my sketchbooks.
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