Kirksville is the worst place in the world, perhaps not for everyone, but definitely for me. I’m not-so-patiently counting down the days until I can leave the small town for the big city. 155. That’s less than six months!

This project was a sort of therapy for me; I think it’s similar to how people use voodoo dolls. Their enemy is people, and they stab dolls with pins. My enemy is Kirksville, and I get to disintegrate it for homework.