Once upon three hundred and sixty five days ago... Loved and lost times two Moibus strips and metronomes What would Escher do? Took a... Vacation of the thinking mind, the making mind, the waking mind. Brief intermission from art,the kind that indulges itself to the organic sounds of charcoal biting paper. Journey northward, soliloquoying after aptitudes for greatness. Sabbatical from good vibrations. Had... High times and fireside laughter. Studious, bald-headed impulses. Everyday tragedies, internal civil wars, and nothing. Schematical views of action on the molecular level but moot by virtue of sterile reason. Would change... Everything and nothing. Dreams of... Professional utopia. Artistic endeavors. Taking things one step further.