my camera is dead so i cannot submit any new work even though there are some.
my room is cold and its lighting is poor so i draw only in my bathroom.
the tiles are white and so is the shower curtain.
the strip lights ally with the floor level and make me feel like in a mental institution. or a movie. i hear my pencil scraping the surface. snowflakes behind the window, a wall ahead, surely make a sound too.
warm, seeing and superwhite in the deep night.
whatever you think, the floor marks your body. ascention?
polyvinyl chloride reminding me of where i am not.
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