I feel like I checked out


I feel like I checked out of my life this week.  I got to stop making decisions and was blissfully led around another city mainly concentrating on where we were next going to eat or drink, where I was going to draw, or where we were going to sit and have a cigarette.

While I was gone the show at the Whitechapel came down, and these are some snaps from the show.  I’ll remember working with these guys, the long afternoons and evenings thinking and planning and teasing each other.  Although I didn’t plan it out in advance to miss it I think that’s the way with me quite often.   

It’s not a particularly ground breaking thought but endings suck.