Mixed collection of musings on loss, mortality, travel, and Toronto's character.
A month's worth of dreams, condensed.
An unexpectedly political dream.
Mixed visual and text diary.
An ocean poem sings itself into my mind just before I fall asleep.
It's always a weird day after a night of unpleasant dreams.
Back in July I had a wacky dream I recorded in a sketchbook. I finally got around to illustrating it.