MATTHEW GRAY

A young man with dark hair and tattoos on his arms, chest, and neck, wearing a black tank top and black pants, sitting on a wooden surface in a forest setting holding a tarot card in his right hand. The image has a torn paper effect on the edges.

About Matthew

I had been skeptical of Gray House since the beginning and I do not believe that has changed. Although I am not a Care Bear intent on confrontation without war, they have let me stay here and have sometimes meant what they have said.

There are a great many Grays who are hypocrites citing philosophy they did not invent but act as if they did, ignoring principles when they choose, punching me in the face when I say something rude but loving “peace” and “reconciliation.”

I do like it here when the caves beneath give way and reduce the building back to rubble. I have lived in the caves many times before, and I prefer them to this coy civility, but still I would say that Hell is better, and things are cold and silent on the moon.

It is only a matter of time before this deranged experiment ends in bloodshed.

Matthew’s bedroom is Room Two in the Clock of Bedrooms.

NOW SPINNING IN ThE ROOM TWO