This seems to be a bit of a throwback to my earlier doodles. Not only in style but in circumstance as well. While dwelling in the darker depths of my minds, with no way of rising from the muck of depression and dissatisfaction that frequently seems to be my selfimposed lot in this wonderful life, a natural recourse is to try to draw something. Despite a somewhat motivated and energetic start hopelessness and frustration soon lead to a desperate scratching away, hoping to reach some presentable form before all motivation and confidence disappear and I'm left in an even deeper mire without even the comfort of pretending a good drawing can help me to see some light in the oppressive darkness the voices inside my head insist on keeping my in. meep.