I went on a week-long camping trip for the eclipse, drew some stuff, then forgot about it until basically a million years later. Here’s some vignettes.
The strangest thing about a five year goal is that, at the end of those five years, you’ve either reached your goal or failed. Five years is a long time, long enough that you forget there’s an end to whatever it is you’re doing. So, when the end looms, it’s particularly unsettling. It feels like a steep drop into nothingness. It also feels like the last days of school, summer just out of reach but beckoning. There’s a lot of excitement and terror at once, is what I’m saying. Some…
Quesadilla Salvadoreña is like, sweet cheese poundcake? It’s a unique flavour and delicious as hell.
Haha, there is a book I wrote that you can just BUY now. It’s about isolation and betrayal and magic and there’s a talking rabbit.
If you were to ask me why did I write this thing and why I then spent time making it worth sharing, well. I’d have a glib answer, I’m sure.