Posted

Oct 26th 2006

I found a moth in the hallway one cold morning and picked it up. The moth was shivering, its wings were a blur, and I could feel the vibration through my hand. It perhaps thought my hand was food, because it was probing my fingers with its proboscis as I held it. That was an oddly life-affirming experience.

And then I crushed it. Just kidding.



I've been feeling un-artistic lately. There's some things I want to do, but I haven't been able to get into the drawing mood. Well, I figured out how engineers become dull and boring. Grad school. That's how.