She looked stretched tight too—something had her nervous, and it wasn't the killer across the table. Dark eyes flickered toward the window, and the night beyond.

Doug Sirois was born and raised in Massachusetts and learned to draw at an early age. As he got older he began reading and drawing his own comic books in the styles of his favorite artists.

Once presented, the image seems so logical that it poses its own rhetorical question: why can't there be particles of darkness?

often they have picked clean his ego and left him / hiking along the barren shores of physics