January 2, 2025

The Wall

[I tried illustrating a passage from the draft of my novel. I’m stuck with this particular moment in the story, so I figured I should look at it through different modes.]

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Around the wall, the forest had regrown. Vines wrapped from one side of the structure to the other, holding it in a tight grip of greenery. Trees grew along the old highway’s edges, appearing as if they had grown for decades, a notion John knew to be preposterous. He didn’t care about the preposterousness, though, and continued walking to the right of the wall, into the woods that hadn’t been there earlier in the day.

—Falson