Angst
“Do you ever have those days,” the Professor querried one day, “when everything is at sharp angles, shattered glass, broken mirrors, unsteadied by one too many science fiction novels?”
“No? Me neither.” But it seems a reasonable scenario to explain this edgy piece. “I wouldn’t want to live there, but an occasional visit might spice things up a bit.” PT
“Do you ever have those days,” the Professor querried one day, “when everything is at sharp angles, shattered glass, broken mirrors, unsteadied by one too many science fiction novels?”
“No? Me neither.” But it seems a reasonable scenario to explain this edgy piece. “I wouldn’t want to live there, but an occasional visit might spice things up a bit.” PT
“Do you ever have those days,” the Professor querried one day, “when everything is at sharp angles, shattered glass, broken mirrors, unsteadied by one too many science fiction novels?”
“No? Me neither.” But it seems a reasonable scenario to explain this edgy piece. “I wouldn’t want to live there, but an occasional visit might spice things up a bit.” PT
Original 8.5x11”. Colored pen on paper. 2023