The Morbid Anatomy Museum

Le Livre Sans Titre

He was young, handsome, his mother’s fond hope, but he corrupted himself. Soon he bore the grief of his error, old before his time, his back hunches. His eyes once so [...]

Opus Hypnagogia

  There are places of our existence whose memory and the ability to decipher their signs have to do with art. Magical, sometimes dangerous, places whose border is likely [...]