And then BAM!
Finally I have the city all to myself again- not that I didn't enjoy Jon's visit but jesus! Stop coming people! Haven't worked on anything graphic-wise in a long time so this is something I sketched up at the coffee shop the other day.
Philosophical enquiries taking up the bulk of my time, and then of course there's working and drinking (and sometimes sleeping). I've been enjoying Gaarder's Sophie's World for possibly the 6th time since I bought it so many years ago. Books, as with friends, are best left alone sometimes but always a pleasure to see again.
Its hilarious how could I've become so good at tricking people into believing I can speak Japanese.
I was thinking today about last thoughts when the moment comes. Do people who die peacefully really have last thoughts? Or do they drift off in a way much like we fall asleep? It seems like such a pedestrian way to go, I'd rather die in rage or at least disbelief- something along the lines of son of a....