- you flare, you flicker, you fade. and in the end all your tomorrows become yesterdays. ‘afterlight’.
- my favorite poem.
- it was impactor’s favorite, too.
original here. i swapped impactor's drill hand for a harpoon-looking thing because i hated how the drill turned & only after i did the initial sketch did i realize impactor's actually signalling for three drinks and not getting carried away with telling a story