TWO SHIPS PASSING IN THE NIGHT

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These people happened to be in the same place, physically, this morning. But they never acknowledged each other or even glanced at each other. They were invisible to each other. They all looked at me, though. 'Cause I wasn't wearing any pants.

This marks the last sketch in my Kavanagh Edition Moleskine. And it's depressing me. I felt special when I was carrying it around.__