Samson and the Light

Samson looks up at a smile in a face, fading into a light. The
silhouette smiles, holding a pair of scissors to his neck.
pathfinding gouache traditional paint art samson

I wrote 90% of a nanowrimo novel and then collapsed of exhaustion. I still kinda like it. May slap a denouement on the sucker and release it for free.

I'd say it's about using a machine that lets you traverse memory-dreams on its inventors, but I feel like that completely fails to encompass anything about it, which is mostly to do with both being about and being written in sleep deprived fever dream haze.