I drew this without looking at any reference photos because why would I need to? If I have seen one thing more than anything else over the course of the last year and a half it’s rubble; that and dead children but I didn’t want to draw that. The shame of being alive right now is almost infinite. It creaks like the rigging of a ship, it feels like hot sand on the skin, it has a smell but I don’t want to describe it. We are all in the dark, covered in dust, and none of us will ever be the same again.
We Are All Under The Rubble
