And we begin again... weekwise that is.

Had a nice long talk with V that eventually shifted gears into the philisophical state of being.

This drawing sorta grew out of the thoughts that sloshed inside of my head because of that talk.

(if you really *have* to know, it had to do with how I sorta thought that the body is a prison for the brain, which is in turn a prison for the self. Don't ask how the picture relates. Not done yet.)

Anywho...

Life is good. Even if I can't stop but help and think about things I'd rather not.

I've been thinking about Samantha Levinson alot lately.