SOME CARRY
BAGGAGE.
HE CARRIES
THE HOUSE.
One day, the shell got heavy.
He lifted it anyway.
Now he drags his soft little body through a loud, crooked world. Eyes out. Arms up. Every inch leaves evidence. Shell Shock is the patron snail of carrying on while visibly losing it.
Bad posture. Unbreakable commitment.

Arms up.
Eyes out.
Keep crawling.
UNHINGED



