A fragment of memory… Of seeing this image a few months before. And of how it rattled me from the inside out without fully understanding why. Just the awareness of my stomach being turned and a desire to disembowel myself. Horror. I wanted to turn my head away. And yet I knew it

Tis a grim place to be. And I’ve sat there once or twice myself. Once, not all that long ago. I went to re-read the diary entry that I’d written under the influence of this picture when it first appeared in my life; it was appropriately titled “Fucked Off”. Back then,