XIII 8, 9: forgot all about gore
Not the politician, nor similar proper-noun entities; I mean drawing violence. It came to me, as these things do, that I’ve forgotten how one draws viscera, charnel, internals. A nice stark skull is useful, sure, but this is neither Topman, nor the Adeptus Astartes.
Also, detail from a dream where all the people I hadn’t emailed back confronted me in a doorway. It was a nice house, but what set it apart was that it was on gas giant’s moon, and when you looked into the cramped sky you were looking through equatorial rings.