I searched everywhere (kind of) for photos that my eye doctor emailed me of my retina. They are neat and deserved a post. I can't find them, but I found this little drawing on one of the million scrap-piece-collectibles around. Reminiscent of a bad, ominous day. Cocoon in the car. January. Rain. Cold. Haphazard decision of home-searching with once [hazardous] roommates. I drew it in the backseat of my own car, and this woman has no eye to have a retina image of. Just a lot of popular aesthetic going on. And tomorrow (that is today) is a fresh new Easter, with none of the aforementioned dread.
