I muse my bed deep think to the ceiling I hungry the biscuit tin lazy the sofa watch an old wa ... [+]
A secret disclosed in art class: the face is five eyes wide. You pencil the extras in and then erase them, but in every crowd they're impossible to unsee— one for the dead, one for the dream life, one for the yet-to-be— gazing at you from the other side of time.
