A young boy playfully fits a ram's skull on his head.

He wears it often to illicit amusement, as children often do.

fashioning it frequently, he sometimes forgets to take it off.

He wears the skull often...enough that it becomes characteristic of himself.

the ram skull evolves in its utility overtime...both as a tool for intimidation and security.

life, as it always does, soon demands from him obligations which the skull interferes.

It starts to reveal itself as a burden to him in his older age.

His reacts little at first when it doesn't come off...it soon becomes clear what he has done...

he has grown compact into it, and now it keeps, fastened on his head with terrible resilience.

What once amused the young now repels the grown, with a crass brand of intimidation...fatal to opportunity...catalytic to danger.

Throughout life, he struggles.

He tries to explain to some that the skull is stuck, desperate as time proceeds.

his Inquiring becomes pleading...pleading becomes begging...begging anyone-everyone for help, or at least understanding...

...he is offered little of both.

In psychotic despair, he tries to rid himself of it in a fury and breaks one of the horns.

It slashes his hand and his hope, and turns the skull deadly...with a broken horn sharper than ever before.

The years go by...he gives up and assumes its permanence...

He is always indifferent...alone...ashamed...

Often now, he embraces it - a psychological response of a pariah desperate to feel anything other than stress, shame, loneliness...

It remains to this day.