n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

bird bird bird bird is the word..
we always survive.
Photography: Henley & Co.
day 33. for a look at all of january’s daily drawings go  here
day 29. commission work..
day 26.
day 22.
not too long ago, i did my first underwater painting.
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i want this room.