Seven Months Later

Seven months later, I am not writing the story of my grandmother, but a story about me. I couldn't possibly wrap my brain around what was fresh on my mind seven months ago. Come to think of it, it was more a desperate state of needing to make use of wasted energy.

Currently, there is a lot of energy being wasted. So in the past two weeks, I have decided to transfer this energy to a photopolymer relief workshop, London wanky yoga, knitting (a never ending scarf), procrastinating on starting an illustration, and coming up with a drawing for my beloved, Mattia. Till now, this is the man with the most beautiful energy...