A few pages from my current sketchbook
when, uhmm… the bottom of ur grocery bag breaks while you’re walking outta whole foods
u kno when every single app on ur phone is so boring and u think what’s the fucking point. What’s the point of any of this shit. Why do we post photos of ourselves online why do we care what strangers are up to. Why do we keep seeking validation from strangers why is this all happening and why does it matter so much to so many of us
listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.
if you ever say something slightly depressing just add a “yeehaw” at the end to lighten the mood
