small collection of sketches. trying to access vision, and having a hard time.
these were some attempts of pushing it out.
how i felt inside:
trying to catch freedom, or as St.St. puts it, "the freedom that i'm chasing is the void i'm running from." don't think you're doing me a favour giving it to me. it's impossible to hold, anyway.
leave you with Hunter S. Thompson: "Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death..."
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