A drawing diary and pictorial tour of the inner world of a ferocious introvert.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Last year I began feeling an ethereal sensation in both of my shoulder blades. Like invisible pods.
Since I live in the San Francisco area, this was a conversation topic I could broach.
Months later, I keep waking up with sore shoulderblades and underarms. I remember the pods.
Could it be that the pod / metamorphosis is being jumpstarted by the simple but toil-y labor of cutting down the bamboo grove that I inherited with my house?
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