a printed page from a book. the background is scribbled in red and there is a big black box in the center of the page. some parts of the box are blank and contain text, revealing poetry. the poem reads: "i looked steadfastly, and perceived, eyes dull, glazed, it occurred to me that i was touched, i said something, i hinted, of course he did, abstaining from embrace, however, after this, absent and being blankly declined. still, days went by, whether or not i could say all i thought, but when i asked him all, in reply to my urgings, what he answered remained, as ever, a fixture, nay— he became still, what was to be done? i was sorry for him, i speak truth when i say that he occasioned me uneasiness, he urged, taking away some convenient retreat, alone, absolutely alone in the universe, a bit of wreckage, tyrannized over all, time must take measures in this endeavor, the first step towards removal, when you finally quit me, go away, remember." the name silas is written in the top left corner of the page.
while this one may be less visually appealing, i like how it turned out better. very cathartic to make.
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