The mist takes its toll on the clarity of the world, forcing reason to its knees and raising wants and needs with outstretched arms to the heavens in a mad struggle for happiness. It is here that the life of the void shows, and here that the death of all difference between harmony and discord becomes evident.

--Excerpt from Anthropo[morpho]logy, Part XVI - "Remembrance"


This is the only cool thing I've ever painted in the history of ever. The excerpt above is directly from the giant-ass book of stories and poems that I've been putting together for the last three years. It won't be done for a long, long time.

Also, it's a bit hard to tell since this is abstract, but she does have both arms and that thing resting on her chest is a gas mask. The gun however should be easy to recognize as an M-16. An actual M-16, not an M4.