"That quiet, yet fervent pessimism you get from one small change, adherent to so many immeasurably large changes. The very scope of changing your mind for good, now that one safe haven (one that you barely think about) is now interrupted, what else is next to have a dark stain from the world's blood on it??? What other uninterruptible peaces will now crack and break under the strain of humanity drowning in its own humanity???"
Self? DEFENSE: illustration
An internet friend of mine commissioned me with this: "Here's my idea: 2016. One of the most arduous, insane, and almost (completely) unbearable years in recent history for most of us. Given everything-- EVERYTHING -- that has happened, what does your soul look like, at this very moment??? If you could interpret every way that this past year has affected you, what would it look like???" I didn't used to feel like I needed as many keychains.