It’s difficult to tell what the animals were before he began, maybe gray squirrels. I ask him what he’s doing but he only mumbles about things getting smaller and smaller. He waves me off with tufts of fur clumped to his blood-stained hand.… more
It’s difficult to tell what the animals were before he began, maybe gray squirrels. I ask him what he’s doing but he only mumbles about things getting smaller and smaller. He waves me off with tufts of fur clumped to his blood-stained hand.… more