Self portrait with migraine or Hello, Count

This one is personal. As personal as only a pain can be. It's a glimpse into a strange, cold, black and white world pierced by burning needles, where warm, cute, living things coexist with hard-edged shapes, and count Dracula passes by almost unnoticed in the background. A world where the harsh smell of steel can almost be heard like a screeching sound. Still world, frozen in stasis, 'cause where's no time - there's no pain.