The Game of Things – Cristian Straub for Ethel Vaughn
“As I stared up into the bright blue sky that was near the end of what felt like a trillion years, I was visited by a horrible sense of claustrophobia. A claustrophobia that sets in only when no space is great enough to contain you. Cause you have all this stuff inside you that refuses to leave. All those useless stupid things from the past.”
I would like to paint my face now please.