Autore: Ewen MacDonald

‘He held the detached tooth in front of his face. It was white and cracked, with roots dangling beneath, festering in gore… then he placed the tooth back into his mouth and rolled it around, before s …

The man inside of this crepuscular husk is being methodically erased. Yet the rudiments are still glinting behind the frozen veneer of an impenetrable death mask. Memories from the End of the World f …