“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past”. the words of my favorite writer have never seemed so palpable and layered as they did when drawing this. we know when we beat against the current; self inflicted, imposed, boxed in by others, man made, yet still, we beat on. looking back at where we’ve come and looking forward, squinting, trying to make out for ourselves, finally what that something is…that makes us who we are.
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