The year is 1984. Figuratively.
The world has been obliterated by apocalypse. Figuratively.
Only the twisted designs of the extremely wealthy walk the Earth in despair.
Radiation causes significant memory loss. I often find myself in places with no recollection of how I got there.
I often find myself in dreams and cannot discern them from my waking life…
My only solace in this scorched world is having a place to express my thoughts and try to deconstruct them into some semblance of sanity.
I do my best to maintain relative clarity in my writings and drawings of the life I live but in such chaos I can’t always be clear. Bare with me…

More soon…

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