One Summer I did a series of drawings on serial killers, I became obsessed with reading their histories. It got really dark and wasn’t the best idea. I can be very empathetic finding my head imagining the last moments of victims. Shit still haunts me.
The most horrifying thing I ever read about Charles Ng was this “You can cry and stuff, like the rest of them, but it won’t do any good. We are pretty … cold-hearted, so to speak.” while videotaping a victim. This tune is a reflection of that scenario.