I am thinking of artists, writers, creators, and cooks. Musicians performing slow jazz in an empty speakeasy on a Tuesday night; with an opera singer at the door of a 40 sq. ft restaurant. A gloomy cafe with a single table occupant in a hat. And a coat. Two coats. It's a cold night, but not cold enough for two coats. A faint set of eyes floating eerily in the thick, misty air.
pictured right, a miscellaneous being from the void
space, time, sun; space, time, sun
the stuff that floats in front of your eyes, pen
a landscape that used to be but I redecorated, oil pastels
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