J. Fulton and his bible… Made with Paper.
Once upon a time, I went to the McKittrick Hotel in New York City. I'm drawing these pictures to make sense of what I saw there.
I wish (she whispered) I knew why woods are wild why animals are wild why I am I, why I can cry, I wish I wish I knew, I wish oh how I wish I knew. Once I am in I will never be through the woods are there and I am here and am I here or am I there, oh where oh where is here oh where oh where is there and animals wild animals are everywhere.
It is myself I mean: in whom I know, All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open’d, black Macbeth will seem as pure as snow
(And for anyone who’s wondering: staged, because Malcolm doesn’t have his tux jacket at this point in the show.)