Rafian On The Edge Top Access

Grief sat with Rafian for a time, not as a storm but as a weather that had settled in. He worked nights, he drew during mornings when he could, but the sketches changed: less about one vantage point and more about movement through the city. He documented alleys now, laundromats, subway stairs where late-night conversations clustered like moths. The world, he found, offered edges in many places.