Going to 京アニ cram school looks less and less likely. Not for the level of drawing I've put on display–which is a real issue but not the turtle at hand here–but for going to Japan. It makes more sense to stay where I am for at least another year, the dream protracting for reasons and circumstances not noted here.

In the end, the decision to wait may actually hasten the end of the dream that is animating at 京アニ, but in the short term things will stretch on. Sometimes going slower is the key to going more quickly–I look back to childhood, when I would scramble to keep ahead of peers and preconceptions in a manner like extending a cliff until it crumbles–and so one must fend off the stagnation a little longer.

Perhaps this dream will be lifelong, ending only in death–I find myself thinking this. How many entries left? In such a scenario, one only hopes that the rust comes off a little with the years. Maybe such a scenario would be fitting, maybe there is no dream but life itself.

Draw some circles to warm up, use the arm and not the hand. Draw the faces and memorize them. They will become building blocks of perception.