The traveler sits in the humid stew of another day, taking notice now of all sorts of little things. He is like a slack-jawed prisoner whose cell has becomes his universe. Details carve themselves like graffiti onto the walls of his prison cell, his mind, his memory, his dreams. The smell of wet earth fills […]
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read moreTHE TATTOO MAGAZINE PRICK HAS POSTED A FEATURE ON JS. HERE’S A LITTLE OF WHAT THEY HAD TO SAY: “Enter “Narsica: Our Lady of Ashes,” the tale of a man’s love and hate for a teenaged prostitute and drug addict who blows into his world like an unexpected ocean storm on an otherwise calm day […]
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