Honesty is a strange thing, what is honest to me appears dishonest to you. I have been lied to countless of times; to my face as the words wash over me… A baptism performed by those who wish they can speak with honesty yet fear what honesty brings. No matter, believe what you will.
Each year, before the start of the Hungry Ghost Festival, I draw this face to remind myself of mortality… A ritual that has carried on… A pattern I cannot seem to break. A ghost that haunts me with Memento Mori.
The beast was here all along…