I was drawing almost compulsively in the van, in the dark (see: first two images), at the site of exploded truck traffic accidents, at roadhouses, at pubs next to squats, on fences, anywhere.
Yeah, I know. But, I mean, I don't know what else I should do? Television is perfectly fucking awful and the streets are filled with the dung of the dead. So, the above happens, and everything is OK.
So I took some time off my interweb netword logsite and went to Thailand and participated in general excellence and existential indifference and went back to school and whatnot. I'll post more things soon. Or, I won't.