Once when I was in the Black Iron Prison, I looked into the poster I had of the Garden of Delights, by Hieronymous Bosch, into the third panel, entitled, “Hell”; I looked into the face of the Tree Man, who looks back at you from the center of that panel:
...and it clicked, or more accurately, slid into place, that This was where I was. And I would think later, that I actually had been in one of the rooms in the building in the far back of that image....
Reflection
9:53pm monday, 18th june
Anyone realizing ew era raen eht dne fo siht sucric?.......ekil hud!
Reflection
10:01pm monday, 18th june
A couple songs I made this morning to help you contemplate life and the hereafter.
Reflection