Wednesday, February 10, 2016


I push the pen up and down the page, sketching this woman's head so I don't have to die of boredom in this lecture. She's sitting in front of me, this woman, and the gentle waves of her short, respectable grey hair form perfect S's which I conscientiously draw.

The folds of her sweater, and the shadows that hide between the folds, are a different matter, but I get a pretty good facsimile down.

I tilt the drawing towards my co-worker, who is sitting next to me, and she gives it a glance and smiles dutifully.

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