The deeper we go into the book, the stranger some of the drawings get. A four eyed satyr? A car with a number three on the roof? What was I thinking?
It is quite possible that the day on which I drew these was a bit like today. Much of the factors around here feel like a perfect day, but my head is just barely able to catch up, it is filled with worry and new definitions for the words death and destruction. There is nothing friendly about friendly fire, there is nothing casual in hmm... oh... let me try to regroup and write a bit more later... : |