I haven't posted any drawings for a while, so here's one. As most of my journal work, it came to me slowly in a time released mood of temporal flux. As I lie in bed, preparing to sleep or read or draw or sing or something other that I can't foresee, I often find the sketchbook to be the most cathartic object I own. I have twenty or so of them, full of drawings... and I will always treasure them.