April 17, 2006

Haven't Gone to Collage

So I was walking around today with an open bottle of ink and a rusty nib, dark spatterings staining my wake. I did two drawings of two neighboring houses, then, carefully smearing my sketchbook to a complete stop, wondered what on Earth I was doing.

I still don't know, but at least I found my way home.

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