Another day crests the horizon and it is to the basics I return, the construction of the skull in the most simple abstract terms. Yes, to the basics never well learnt do I return...a prodigal penciller. Meanwhile life continues to seep away, each day, mundanity the elegy of the unfulfilled soul. Boohoo, but for once it is the drawing that provides relief.

"...the shadow could not draw on his power, so long as he was turned against it."

–Ursula K. Le Guin

My many failures in life have taught me a lesson in fear and pain, small as that fear and pain are in the grand scheme of things. Thanks to that lesson I can now confront them better, and in exchange I only learn less quickly and think less imaginatively and become a stranger in my own reality. Or perhaps those drawbacks are only the fading neuroplasticity of aging, and a sign that I did not grow up in time.

'I need to leave.' I've thought that for many years and recently the sentiment has been in reprisal once more. Just as one must turn to face the compounding issues, one must face life itself.

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Snowfall fell and melted, so that now there is not a blanket on the ground but white dregs in the mug of the sunset earth.

I drew in the morning today and will do so tomorrow too.