for some reason or another it's been a real delight to have my book on me wherever i go and drawing as i please. what's produced is sheer comfort and joy-- sometimes mad frustration. i don't know, there seems to be a feeling of an unknown life event that's on the cusp of taking affect. and the way my mind has been wondering and wrestling with the heart i can't help but think what pleasure or pain awaits my future, and where am i being led with just all of this. am i being led even and simply walking the same cliché path as the rest with little care..