accidental perfection

[my_daroga]

Last night in bed, I spent several minutes staring at one panel of the graphic novel Blankets by Craig Thompson. For the purposes of my story, it doesn't really matter which panel it was--but if you're interested, it was the one which depicts the main character/narrator masturbating to a letter his would-be girlfriend from church camp sent. It is

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[lettered]

Art makes me feel this way especially.

Music almost never does. Maybe Carmina Burana and Moonlight Sonata, and once, Faust.

Poetry makes me feel this way sometimes; prose almost never.

Nature, often. People, rarely. I'm more likely to feel this way about a person's physicality than a person's personality.

Once I was driving through the most typical of typical suburbia. One house, which looked like every other single storied, brown roof house, had a blue pick up truck outside, and a large American flag hanging from above the garage. A man was standing in his yard, blue jeans, shirtless, with a large hairy belly and a large hairy head, holding a beer.

That was a perfect moment. It was not beautiful, but it was perfect.

[washu_bellana]

I have experienced it-trying to draw the perfect manga