Dog God mask. Japan
The room swims into focus, all stainless steel and clear white lights. Citrus burns sharp in his throat. He’s above ground, there is a window above the large industrial sink, shaded by a white curtain. Feathers rustle; the sheets are soft against his back.
“Good. You’re awake.” Jallal tries to sit up, to find the source of the voice. His arms are strapped down in padded cuffs. The Medic steps into view.
David Gandy by Tomo Brejc for Esquire Singapore
Oh my god what a gorgeous thing to come home to.
Gur-e Amir - Samarkand - Uzbekistan (von khowaga1)