Book I’m not gonna read, sketch I’m not gonna draw

Something happens when I head to the east. Way more interested in soaking in the air, sounds, and sights; the honking of the cars, the hustling and bustling of people, random music, everything. Sitting on the rooftop watching people walk. Two years ago I went into a spell of whatever the f it was whenContinue reading “Book I’m not gonna read, sketch I’m not gonna draw”