This is a perfect demonstration of Cloonan's ability to utilize various styles, this one evoking a more painterly process than her "normal" style, which is somewhat grittier. I can practically hear the trumpet in the background here, the steel mute smothering the notes, one of the planet's most satisfying sounds.
It's a dangerous image, because it makes you feel that loneliness is important, or worse, cool. It makes you want to brood.
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