When I first sketched the doodle below in my journal, I remember thinking that it was incredibly late and quiet in the dorms. It was sometime after 1:00 am. As the semester wore on, that time would be considered early… and noisy. I also thought that my little sketch was incredibly profound for how I felt at the time. Today, however, a picture of a chair just doesn’t MOVE ME like it used to. Sigh.
Sciolist in the City of Salt and Saints 