From The Gutter To The Stars

Used with permission from the guys at BothersomeThings.comA while ago, I snatched this photo from the hands of the fellows over at

It has become quite the seed of inspiration while I’m incubating Will Coffin stories. There are so many possibilities in this one image: is the kneeling man in the middle of a ritualistic acid trip? Is he there for some sort of genuine spiritual experience? Has he been given reason to hope that some artifact necessary to his existence lies in the duct, just beyond his grasp?

What ragged voice is speaking to him from within?