No.194. Bird Nesting in Armageddon.
He had finished this small painting last night and then couldn't sleep at all because of the anguish it caused him. The biblical concept of Doomsday seemed all too imminent these days (how he wished it could have remained only within the annals of apocalyptic possibility), with the fat fingers of mad dictatorial man-children hovering like vultures above their red buttons. The nightmarish little painting made him feel smaller and smaller, the longer he gazed at it.

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