Dreams plunge, flowers blossom and slowly comes a trickle off paper. It is a stark confrontation, your own drawing, for nowhere is the state of one's self found more clearly than in graphite–no sense comes as easily as that of sight. We need to hear language to learn it, but the mechanisms of learning sight lie contrastingly within: focus, depth perspective, color and object permanence are all learned naturally, the only requirement for pupilship being eyes and to live in the very world! Perhaps our species makes better illustrators then authors for it, but perhaps also not: it is easier for one to live without ever drawing than without ever speaking... and somehow, Violet Evergarden has not had the same impact as the English language. After all, a predisposition to learning to see at birth does not mean we should pursue it for all our days. Is one to eschew walking for pursuit of crawling, too?

Subjects like this get quite fuzzy quite quick–words are not suited for them at all. There is another type of thinking more suited to these ponderances, one that comes on more as one lives, the reasoning based not on sentiment or rationality but the reasoning of the tongue of experience. Live and learn to speak life and only then may words find their proper place. So to speak. No, this is the fuzzy one after all.

In any case there seems to be a bit of Kyoto Animation bug going around–indeed, it feels as though a fever is coming on–but then again who can say? Only time can tell 98 degrees from 104 and an early grave. Perhaps one day time will also say, "Violet Evergarden had an enormous impact." As for what time has told us already, what history says...

This newsprint sprawls! 18 x 24 inches, although what is pictured above is several inches smaller–beware a haunting by the spirit of total utilization.