- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
Image by Tertia Van Rensburg
Playful images
Out of the dense curtain of a cold mist sticking out— mummy-like a thin hand, fingers splayed out trying to grasp the last link tenuous to a reality grim or, letting go the whole thing. The spectral shape resembling a shovel used by a travelling Reaper or, an imprint left by a marauder from an army of the barbarians on a wall/screen as a mocking testament to the vanquished.