I just miss doing art. Don’t you?

Naomi Kritzer, Better Living Through Algorithms

i bought myself some presents.

a picture of a table with a tall jar of colored pencils and the cap laying next to it. underneath is a sketchbook, which has a drawing of the pencils themselves. inside the drawing is another sketchbook, with a tiny miniature nested pencil drawing.

i like them. they're nice.

a picture of a loose blank paper with a drawing of the sunset. in the distance are two mountains with an island nearby. in the midground are two sailboats. their names are just barely visible: STABERINDE and GREY MATTER. in the foreground are two people sitting on the beach on a wooden log. their footsteps trail off the page. one says to the other: "do you think the sun ever thinks about us?"