Suppose for a minute
that you write the odds
for this universe,
should such a position exist.
Would you change things
based on your previous experiences?
Would you consider
the entire scope and slope of existence,
careful not to upset any balances?
Whatever you do, rest assured
that something will go wrong.
That’s just how it goes, baby.
Red Inkjoy Rollerball Pen
300 Series (0.7F, Non-Gel, Retractable)
TWONE Full Wood Paper Sketchbook
140 x 210 mm / 5.5 x 8.25″
100 gsm / 68 lb
I can hardly remember what my tattoos look like at this point. I’m even having trouble remembering how many I’ve got, and where they were placed on my body. My mental map is eroding by the minute. I know I had good reasons for all of them, but it all seems so trivial now. I’ve definitely lost the sense of wonder that brought me to the tattoo parlors that many times in the first place. Now I can’t stop thinking about all the money I spent on the damn bits of tribalistic symbolism and wondering what I could have done with that scratch if I hadn’t squandered it on body ink. I could have invested it or at least put it into a rainy day fund. Would that have prevented my captivity and objectification as a pawn in the scheme of God knows who? Maybe, maybe not. Who am I to judge the divine plan?
I really wish I could use my arms.
I may have to make wallpaper with this type of pattern.
That’s it for tonight. Y’all’ve been swell.
I call this one Beltway because it was the first word that came to mind.
It’s on an 11×14 sheet in a snazzy sketchbook.
Pardon the low-quality file and strange lighting and weird shadows.
I won’t complain if you don’t.
Honestly, if I start to upload things this way, you’re going to get sick of my drawings.
Not because of the image quality, but because of the frequency of those uploads.
I doodle a lot. On a lot of different things.
Well, I hope you don’t (whoever you are).