Prose Sleep He could hear them in the night as they shuffled and whispered, their murmurs a prelude to the shrieking that he knew would finally erupt and the wave of pain it heralded that would swallow him.
Art Dimansyon Lanmou: Conversations with Artist Clovis-Alexandre Desvarieux Clovis-Alexandre Desvarieux & Dave-Lentz Lormeus (aka DL Jones)