I’m contemplating drawing a short story – aroused by the desire to update my picture book draft – about something terrible, really…. Actually quite a horrific happenstance. It would be about a golden boy going into a dark maze to look for his father – a story about Des and Morph, obvioustly – and he would continue to be torn to bits until, finally finding his father, he would be but a golden speck of dust left. This dust would be bright enough for dad to find his way out of the black maze again. It’s a story most grotesque, but I can make it appear beautiful. I’m sure I can. Question is … do I want to?

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