An empty parking lot. For some reason I’m always drawn to empty parking lots. I find them very fascinating. Maybe because I like the sense of loneliness.
“Tonight I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t mean I’m not lonely”
I have felt actual heartache, many times. I have so many things I want say and share but I have no one to talk to. I still haven’t found that one person that wouldn’t mind saying every word I have to say. May I talk and you listen for once?
What if you can control time by the speed of your footsteps? Then would you slow down and actually enjoy life a little longer? Your cup of hot tea will stay hot a lot longer. Or do you like spoilers and run to few pages ahead? Does work well during work hours.
But I am not sure if you can go back in time by walking backwards. That’s just scientifically impossible, I think.
It’s been a while since I drew anything. Hopefully this will continue. Glad to use the Wacom tablet again.
When words fail to describe how I feel some times, I draw. What am I doing each day to make each day special? This is all me and has nothing to do with other people or my work or anything. I decide. So when I decide to wake up every morning, get ready for work, ride the train, work, lunch, work, snack, get off work, ride the train, come home, dinner, tv, internet, sleep. Then repeat and repeat and repeat. What I am doing to make a difference?
Each day feels so meaningless.
I love spontaneity. I love how one thing leads to another thing. Because we had a big brunch, my friend and I decided to walk from the East Village to Brooklyn via the Brooklyn Bridge. I just love how the cables created this beautiful symmetrical pattern against the bright blue sky.