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A writer and illustrator, who once was asked by his mother to put tube socks on his feet that, at least it struck him, did not resemble the shape of feet at all. That night he dreamed of busty, rusty robots and birds wearing the wrong wings, and he learned what it was like to be eaten by an angel. To give a brief history of disorientation, to find something where instead there should be something else, Jonah in a jellyfish, a sentence searching for itself inside itself, or Ben Rubin, himself, giving you a wink with his winking eye, as if to convey to you some secret knowledge about how we misbehave? How do we misbehave? With smiles on our faces of course!

A writer and illustrator, who once was asked by his mother to put tube socks on his feet that, at least it struck him, did not resemble the shape of feet at all. That night he dreamed of busty, rusty robots and birds wearing the wrong wings, and he learned what it was like to be eaten by an angel. To give a brief history of disorientation, to find something where instead there should be something... More