I haven't a clue if I am using cookies. It's a bit like a spleen. Who knows what their spleen is doing?
So, be thus warned.
Cookies may exist.
Saturday, 9 May 2015
One sees less these days. Details fade.
One draws blind because one loves drawing, not that one draws well. One does not.
Drawing was my first love. It seems I shall end off drawing. When I draw, the things of the world grow strangely dim.