Haunted building

Sometimes, when i get back to my apartment late at night, the electric lights and the fog make it looks like some kind of cyclopean malevolent being. Passing the door feels like being devoured and digested by the internets fluids clogging my mind. In my little room, I feel like a parasitic flee, living in a cell of a gigantic monster whose sole purpose is standing there, menacing.

Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook