This photograph, bent at the corners, edges worn… a fragment of myself I barely recognize. It’s the only memory I have from before I entered the SYNTRΞX facility. Now I’m changed, mixed up, DNA spliced and corrupted. For better or worse, this is who I am, I’m no longer who I was...


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I had been feeling really sad for months, and this vent art grew out of that. I wanted to draw something that matched how I felt. A skunk, quiet and lost, eyes cast away. Holding onto this image has been like holding onto a piece of that moment, a way to process emotions I couldn’t put into words.