I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.

THIS. MEANS. WAR.

Really.

Fine now, for the record.

The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.

Have this one too much.

Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.

A large piece of wood that rests against a wall in my living room. I’ll probally never finish it, and never hang it.

A quote excerpt from Antoine de Saint-Exupery. One of a few doodles mailed to my friend Erin, on her birthday.

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