Good Evening, Sputnik Sweetheart

And so I held up Sputnik Sweetheart up against the sunset just before the thunderstorm. 

I guess this is what nostalgia looks like.

Rhinoceros

A doodle I made during one of my french drama classes. 

An interpretation of Eugene Ionesco's Rhinoceros.

I Will. I Must.

One day I shall write a great book so high and wild
I will never have to write another word ever again.
It will be elegant in prose and sheer in magnitude.
It will start with nothing and end with nothing.

Everything Ends (Painfully)

In time my clothes will turn to rags and I will be naked.
One day I will drown and I will be free.