BrianAlexanderLennox

I remember the cold, damp floors of our apartment. The incessant squeaking of rats, the stench of decay. It was in this environment that my obsession was born.I would spend hours dissecting the rodents, their tiny bodies a canvas for my curiosity. I'd sew their limbs back on in brutal positions, breathe life into inanimate objects. A hobby, a pleasure.The line between creator and destroyer blurred. I was both God and Devil, giving life and taking it away.…