Drawing is not this thing I can turn to so easily, but it is still very much as obsession, because you can't kill the heart of an artist.
I can't fit into some subtopic in the edgy discord I found for those aforementioned cool kids.
They simply know Netflix, Steam games and smoking weed.
Then only hours later I finally went into the formidable junk-barricaded guest bedroom where my mother passed away. After jumping across a sea of mattresses found, laying on the same side she had faced in her final moments, our old silver Casio LK-100.
When finally watching back the video in the full classroom, a queasiness and a thought hit me. Is this racist?