Rebel

“The chair draped with an overcoat sits in the east, the sun is its head it opens a cloud and says: here is the end of history the gods have abdicated, the temples are locked you are nothing but a pictograph that’s lost its sound”   Over a year ago I made a short comic…


“The chair draped with an overcoat sits

in the east, the sun is its head

it opens a cloud and says:

here is the end of history

the gods have abdicated, the temples are locked

you are nothing but

a pictograph that’s lost its sound”

 

Over a year ago I made a short comic based on the Poem “Rebel” by Bei Dao. You can learn more about him and read his poems at:

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