Painting: Acrylic on Canvas.
Okay, so in 2016 I had nine sessions of Electro-Convulsive Therapy for my depression, which was electrifying. I think. I can’t really remember. But what I do remember was the pissy anesthesiologist who was mad that I’d remind him to give me Torodol so my forehead didn’t feel like Rice Krispies when I woke up. Anyways, I do remember the anesthetic coming on and it sounded like everything was increasing in pitch, and everything kinda turned white.