Sun is shining, music is drifting in from the streets below and I’m inside with a sore throat. Like a burning red scarf around my neck.
I used to have the habit of sketching little things in the corners of documents and scrap papers I found laying around. Today when I was looking for something else, I came across this tiny little piece of paper and remembered how about three years ago I started drawing lines in the corner of my office calendar on a quiet day at work and soon noticed that a ghost ship was taking shape. Oh, how I miss aimless drawing.