So I went for a walk. A walk like any other really. Cept I was alone. Which is not usual. And instead of being oppressed by the clever and appealing shapes and forms and compositions reality comes up with, which is also usual, I remember some of the more poignant feelings of oppression and inadequacy and rushed to commit them to paper. This was done in one stretch in the (only???) 24hr coffee place here. It was a pleasant way to spend a few hours in the early morning. Almost as if there was some sort of inspiration at work. I have it on good authority that this drawing is pretty cool.