“Let me see… Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now? Your gam… oh!
Is this him?? Or this? Or this? Twas so much easier to know when there was flesh on these bones!”
I made this for part of the Photo a Day Challenge. I only dip in and out when I see a prompt that immediately forms an idea.