:: m o r t ::

:: b o u n d ::

:: p a s s i o n :: the man of sorrows ...the Sacrifice... ...He is dragged into an underground room, the false prophet...

:: g h o s t l i n g :: In the dimension of a dreamshe floats through wallsand empty placeswhere hungry voidslike mouthsswallow,...

There was doll-house where I once lived, a green-peeling paint-chipped doll-house with creaking floors and dark closets full of bones, an attic cob-webbed and insulated...