collage, humor

Dead men tell no tales

Three weeks ago, Katherine and I stayed behind at the office to work on our presentations that were due the following week. To burn the midnight oil and keep on track, we’d call each other every now and then to see how we were doing.

Once 9:30 p.m. rolled around, I picked up the phone, dialed Katherine’s extension and, without greeting, said, “Man, working at the State House feels like Davy Jones’s locker.” We laughed. Because it was true.

As we chatted, I pictured the Flying Dutchman from Spongebob Squarepants hovering over the State House in his green menacing glow, causing us to stay back and miss our journey home.

I took to making a rendition of it that night, drawing only the building and gluing in the Dutchman. I added the wash of green and flower clouds later on this weekend.

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humor, Insecurity

I’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove…

It’s 2:30 a.m., and I’ve literally been drafting this post for the last three and a half hours. I’ve held on for this long to ensure that I at least post something.

Despite having a running list of things to share, fear has been getting the best of me. It’s been like this since the beginning of December, which is worrisome. I’m working on dismantling it.

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