Done with a ball-point pen in class on loose leaf.
I will not deny the use of mind-state altering substances during the creation of this piece.

After drawing, I wrote a short narration for this.

'There I stay, watching. "Watching what?" you may ask. My answer seems simple enough, blatant as can be. "The wall," comes my reply. I continue, however, just as you are ready to speak again to break the silence. "My mind and imagination," I say as my eyes seem to swirl out of focus. I am asked if I have any last words. I speak, quickly, as if it is important that I get these words out in time. "My insanity is passed on to you. Feel it, live it, love or hate it, it is up to you. Yet whichever you do, you will never make it out of this life alive." A latch is flipped, the planks of wood beneath my feet drop, revealing the water below. Time seems to slow, nothing is in focus. The rope catches, a wave splashes my feet. A crack and a snap, together, as the neck breaks in two, and those who once sought to end me find themselves with an uncanny feeling of being watched.'