I Am About As Detailed As A

I Found Myself Compelled, Like This Weird, Shameful Compulsion To Draw Cute Animals.

You Know That Great Car-stomach Feeling When You Fly Over A Hump? That Was My Whole Body.

I Live In Constant Fear Of Being Fired Or Dropped For That Dark Part Of My Work I Can't Control.

What Is An Idea Made Of? Of Future, Past And Also Meanwhile.

I Think Of Images As An Immune System And A Transit System.