This is my rumination on the historic case of Hadley v. Baxendale; a case involving negligently late delivery of the shaft, an offense which I have never personally committed. I bring the shaft on TIME. Always.

Not sure what I was going for here. Main dude is kind of like a Vietnamese version of the cyclops from Krull. The bottom figure could perhaps be Baxendale himself, diligently, albeit tardily,  hauling Hadley’s ample, lengthy shaft  The other thing is on some weevil insect skull shit. All together, I think this piece signifies the likelihood that I was dropped on my head at some point early in life.