the valley of death improvised a new geography on his flesh that time would not erode. sculpted by splinter, shock and shell, meat is skewed from its genetic destiny, the random surgery of burst steel fragments refashioning his face and body into a physiognomy of chance that he wore masks and wigs to conceal. a palpable force eloquent of his injuries projects through these disguises like a hewn and twisted wraith of shocking force. even his horses would shrink away from him in the stables where he had previously enjoyed their trust and even intimacy.

an event that happened over a period of several hours and that appears to have altered the very fabric of space and time. the visible light spectrum seems to have been shifted or anulled and replaced with a signal with a faux spectrum, that of a television test pattern.