The wall with little hole on the wall that's been destroyed.
Such a very tiny hole to look through a dark atmosphere, with only one eye to see or with finger to go inside the hole.
What could be there, not a single thing in sight. I cover the hole with my hand then uncover it, it likes a piece of paper that's been poked by a pencil or pen that leaves a teared hole on it.
Even a nail being pushed by the hammer that goes through a of wood.Then being yanked out in order to see the tiny hole.
Many ways to make a little hole that is left unattended.
Then it's a Dark Little Hole.
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Stefan Alexander
Freelance comic artist and illustrator who creates comics and zines, even does watercolour painting.
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