Just thought of making this when a political talk show was on TV and I HAD to put up with it. Jumped into my imagination and tolerating became easier.
When nothing beautiful comes to mind, I try to remember my dreams. Those are my strongest sources of knowing what my soul is like. One’s carnal self dies but the soul is eternal. Somehow, that invisible world seems more real, just like Plato proposed. I wish to be a Physicist and yet, this realm, although ‘unreal’ seems more interesting.
This is a doodle I made as I thought about being old. I want to have plants, books and a hot beverage with myself….and I’ll ruminate and ruminate and ruminate…