My last drawing for a time. I’ve put my innermost thoughts onto the paper, and my chest is suffering from it because this room stinks of marker ink.

People in tyrannical governments can imprison people, or put them to death. We, the governed, could perhaps be faced with all sorts of perilous sights around us. The dead could be displayed as examples so that we do not become like them. But there will always be people working for the betterment of their brethren, even if they have a proverbial axe hanging over their heads.

But freedom, justice and integrity will prevail. Evil will always be brought down, however clandestinely and however long it should take. No one can ever subject an entire race of people to slavery and dress it up as advancement. Right will prevail over the authorities’ wrongs in the end.

The toxic sky, the thorns, the jungle, the scene of the impalement…

I cannot put it all in words, but I hope the image comes across to you. Some things are just difficult to be said.