Welcome to Soviet Sunday comrade! Each week's Sunday we do what communists do best: share. Each and every week at about this time'ish there will be a new picture featuring art from adventure game called Bunker.
Mysteriously folded paper sitting next to just as mysteriously blank book. Is this a metaphor for a empty life, meaningless hours spend in a box we call 'work?' Or is it a sign of something larger, larger than life. Maybe even larger than nations' debt? How deep this mystery goes, where would I begin? Deep in depths of your depth-less soul, you must have a feeling that the correct answer is just around the corner. But then you turn and corner ain't there anymore. Where have it gone? On a vacation? How could you let this happen, was it all those evenings you spend at work instead of having a quality time with your corner? Oh god, what have you done.
Come back next week around Sunday and we'll make it all alright. Oh and hire a good lawyer. Corner could sue you for half of your possessions. And you wouldn't want to part with your collectible action figures now would you?