So yesterday I was already beginning to clean up my room, trying to sort things that I should keep and things that I should throw away. There were some sketches that I made back then in college, three years ago I think. Well, strange as it may seem, I draw frantically when I’m anxious. I guess frantic-sketching indirectly helped me taking the problem more calmly, more positively. When the guitar can’t help, the football can’t help, the pen, oddly, can.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it’s nothing like Rembrandt’s or van Gogh’s, but who cares?!