- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
There is a woman behind that crazy wall of blue and pink graffiti. Almost eclipsed like a pale moon covered in earth’s cold shadow. She hides behind the easy chair set out for her like an empty throne, the only solid place left for her to sit, one more number in an old formula she’ll never solve. Refusing to fit, refusing to make peace with all the arguments against her writing her over and over again so bright and loud she loses her face under a blur of ink and can’t find arms to raise against her cruel redefinition.