Description
Where does a memory end? Where does an image lose its ethereal value and turn to nothing but a pile of flesh to keep one warm for the night? In a tiny apartment in Lungmen, at some late nightly hour, Andrew Reiff finds himself stranded in bed, regretting last night's heated decisions. Words ring across his weary, hungover head, as the freezing arms of guilt creep all the way up his spine to deliver their thought-clearing wisdom straight to the brain. The warmth of a snoozing girl lies by his side. A familiair sight, yet better left as nothing more than a memory. Their eyes refuse to meet. Words remain unspoken, as the boy is left to battle with yesterday's mistakes. (Somewhat related to my other works, specifically "Almost Green")
Helpless Child
