THIS. MEANS. WAR.
Naked and Red by Colour Revolt.
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.
I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.