flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m not sure if I should always be given a pencil and paper during meetings which only partially involve me, or never. I am an inveterate doodler at the best of times. Usually that just means swirly floral designs, or tiny ballerinas, or ladies in corsets and frothy frothy skirts. Today it meant a fairy riding a cat across the tundra, and I think that’s going to become a few paintings of fairies and cats. Internets, I shall pander to your desires! Then I shall upset you by painting a cat with a fairy wing dangling from its mouth.