“Gregory’s limbs relax, and spread out around him across the floor. “Where the hell am I?” he asks as he realizes he is staring at an office ceiling. [ . . . ] The last thing that he can remember doing was examining a complex diagram on a large sheet of paper. [ . . . ] The left side of Gregory’s head and body, as well as his chest, feel badly bruised. And why are his eyes so dry?”

2011. Ink on paper. 8.5 x 7 in.

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