One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.

393After each day we are a little bit emptier, a little bit heavier, a little bit rustier. We’re greeted by another kind of fatigue, just when we thought we were able to forget yesterday’s. We blindly bite into the ground with such absurdity. Repeat.



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