Stone can melt.
Fear can be overwhelmed.
Illustration Notes: Felt Pen, Illustrator, Photoshop, Pen Tablet.
Things we think we know about a person, relative to what we think we know about ourselves, relative to what we think we know about the world.
Ghosts, judging ghosts, judging dust.
So I stopped trying to answer their questions.
Even better, I stopped trying to explain myself to myself.
I built my own monolith in a field.
Mountains from dirt.
Incredible for no reason, and to no person.
Winds in any direction still lift, after all.
So tell me, what’s the difference.
Better yet, don’t.
Just because you’re holding my map upside down doesn’t mean I’m lost.
Now hand me back that map and try to keep up, because I won’t wait for you.
Love
Cow,