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Day/Page/Sketch #168
One dreams of fantastic failures of journeys before departing. At least a little bit, in the back of the mind.
Day/Page/Sketch #167
I’m traveling with Miss Havisham, and a flatbed scanner, and in this page there is a huge departure as well.
Day/Page/Sketch #166
Be good, or else…
Day/Page/Sketch #165
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.
Day/Page/Sketch #164
There is something unwanted in the conduction of the sunshine these days. Very few say there is an opportunity for a great amalgamation. The rest think it’s the end of the world as we know it.
Day/Page/Sketch #163
What does it say about people who write about themselves in third person?
Day/Page/Sketch #162
I learned today that the word ‘avocado’ comes from a word in Nahuatl language that means testicle.
Day/Page/Sketch #161
“I don’t want to make money, I just want to be wonderful.” ~Marilyn Monroe
Day/Page/Sketch #160
Vogue.
Day/Page/Sketch #159
Time to suit up!
Day/Page/Sketch #158
Being envious and grudging is a bad side of human nature.
Day/Page/Sketch #157
Teaching manners.
Day/Page/Sketch #156
“My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.” ~David Lynch
Day/Page/Sketch #155
When I was a little kid I had nightmares about marshes. I grew up in a river delta, full of marshes, so I had more nightmares about it than usual.
The Havisham Hour 