I should be applying for a jobby job.
But, instead I’m drawing this while the kettle boils.
I noticed Last night, walking past an office with desks,
monitors, three screens, double monitors, keyboards - a typical office -
I felt revulsion and fear. A physical retraction.
I really can’t picture myself working in that kind of environment again. My spirit wilts seeing those spaces. I want something different.
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A book/zine of my concussion experience.
A book of my art experience.