I had a bit of trouble naming this one. His name is Soren, but trying to describe his mood without using too many words was the issue. (And I’m warning you now: I totes failed). He’s just arrived at the acceptance stage after going through a complicated and esoterically abusive emotional tragedy. You know that feeling when you’re physically and emotionally exhausted and all you want to do is go *insert personally appropriate comforting action here* but you can’t because you are in the middle of something, so you stay and finish it, but when you look at people you can’t seem to focus on their eyes? Yup, that. For now, the subtitle is “the Multifarious Sepulchre” and hopefully this will be the first in a series I’m calling “Portrait of an Intangibility”.
On a side note: this is a bit unintentionally appropriate today, as Etta James has died. The world is a less beautiful place without you.
There's No Room Back Here. 
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