"Cigarette smoke and shadow,
A neon cactus in the night.
Did what I did, 'cause I thought that I had no choice,
But there's always another way"
What is he running from? Is he running at all? What about us? What are we running from? Perhaps we are running toward something? So many outcomes and possibilities! Anyway, enough yammering on with the backstory; here's the illustration:
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