Thursday, February 2, 2012
Rorschach's journal: January 2nd, 2012
Streets are covered in snow, as if it could somehow hide the filth underneath. Saw homeless man frozen to death on subway grate on the corner of 42nd and 9th. Icicles coming out of frozen nostrils and burst blood vessels in open eyeballs. Winter only quiets sound of malcontent, perversion, and sickness. Spring is coming soon enough, when the junkies, prostitutes, and parasites will thaw and their disgusting, rancid flowers will bloom. Summer. Summer is worse. In the end, content that winter keeps most horrid truths indoors. At least inside, arms and fingers break behind closed doors...
DC's announcement of BEFORE WATCHMEN