“Hi, this is fucking terrible.” Prudence burst into the room with no other prelude, photograph book of Ethan’s --- Professor Trafford’s --- work in her hand. She had the page open to a photograph of painting he’d done, one that hung in a modern art museum, but there was no connection at all. “It evokes nothing. If I painted this, you’d fail me. So...explain.” // @allert0nmen









