Christopher Jacobs

The world is a constant battle for happiness, where the only relief is death or lobotomization. Your soul laid bare in front of a pre-owned monument; God’s green gift to our morbid birth.

Margaret replaced her life of hermetic reclusion for eccentric extroversion after surviving a brain tumour about a decade ago. Having a plethora of free time and unfiltered opinions, she was the first neighbour to complain about our Honey Locust tree.