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A scattering of brown across the ceiling fan.

Amidst all these uncertainties I just can’t seem to pull myself back into a healthy mood; there’re things to do but the urgent has been done and now it really doesn’t feel like anything is more important than this flaming sense of fog that I’m struggling to keep away.

Tonight’s ten-minute drawing comes with a badly proportioned wannabe human, a meteor (like in the little prince,) and the night sky.

Oh, and stars like Christmas tree ornaments

(I haven’t gotten the hang of this iPad art thing.)

Funny how what ought to be fleeting lingers so long in front of me (maybe it’s relative, maybe I don’t know) and it just makes me question… Everything.

I can’t keep up with the vagueness anymore, goodnight (I shall hit the Books)