I can’t remember if I wrote this in some drunken haze or if someone else jotted it in my sketchbook as I do not recognize the handwriting. If you are the author of this nightmare, drop me a line and let me know.

“Man running frantically through back alleys trying to escape the reality that is crashing down on him as he is progressively seeing more clearly. As he tries to run faster, he slows down; people around him becoming shapes with horrific images of their sin wrapped around them. Buildings revert to their past facades, objects disappear and new ones reappear. The line between past/present, good/evil, night/day blur, melt, destroy and cancel each other.”

Pretty happy stuff, but it went well with the artwork of a demon I was developing, hastily sketched in, beside this passage. I’ll post a more refined version of that drawing when I get some time.

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