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What the fuck happened to me

What the fuck happened to me

darkness

darkness

Por Junji Ito

Por Junji Ito

Iustinian Mendalar and Giacobbe Mendalar the Elder (clothing isn't period, but suuuure conveys the sentiment!)

Iustinian Mendalar and Giacobbe Mendalar the Elder (clothing isn't period, but suuuure conveys the sentiment!)

This image represents the hidden layers of his personality. He wears a metaphorical mask of a happiness he lacks s he knows this is the bets chance of protecting his family and himself from despair. The level of his confidence and self worth is lowered when around his family as he feels even more vulnerable and this is when his facade fades but when with his colleagues he has to act strong, tough and in control to persuade them he is worthy of his status.

This image represents the hidden layers of his personality. He wears a metaphorical mask of a happiness he lacks s he knows this is the bets chance of protecting his family and himself from despair. The level of his confidence and self worth is lowered when around his family as he feels even more vulnerable and this is when his facade fades but when with his colleagues he has to act strong, tough and in control to persuade them he is worthy of his status.

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"Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare-limbed trees. Far below lies the deeping combe with our village in the heart of it.  My whole world for nearly a decade has been contained in that place—and now the village of Duns looks so small. I hold up my hand, form a circle with my fingers. The distant village, wreathed in mist, seems a child’s plaything that I can hold in my own hand."  -- from the novel SINFUL FOLK  ------------  PHOTO: ryan voetsch

"Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare-limbed trees. Far below lies the deeping combe with our village in the heart of it. My whole world for nearly a decade has been contained in that place—and now the village of Duns looks so small. I hold up my hand, form a circle with my fingers. The distant village, wreathed in mist, seems a child’s plaything that I can hold in my own hand." -- from the novel SINFUL FOLK ------------ PHOTO: ryan voetsch