I was writing a post about trying to draw and how all my stupid pencil marks on the page were garbage lines from hell and I was staring at all the previous work I’d done on the draft and those lines (also drawn by me at some unreachable past moment) were heavenly lines that somehow combined to make a beautiful picture just as I envisioned it, and I was just staring at my old work in anguish Ozymandias viewer style. But then I somehow got back into the good zone and made massive progress and now only good pencil lines exist again and I have only 5 minutes left to get ready and leave my house. Writing this post was also important and necessary














