A junkyard of twice-broken dreams, disfigured thoughts and unfinished sentences, on the outskirts of the Unknown. The deliberate dissonance of images from the hyper-conscious mind of an unreliable narrator. Liquid identities, through the mirror, down the rabbit hole, ever-deeper...
First 13 pages of my recently started experimental / brazenly intuitive comic titled JUNKYARD.
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