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𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘, 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓱 𝓼𝓸 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭. 𝓦𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝔂. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾.
𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.

An A4 sized drawing with symbolic undertones... Made with Museum Aquarelle (dry). Watched a lot of instructive documentaries on a lot of topics (my curiosity knows few boundaries) but the one that really stuck with me was the one about dementia... I thought about it and the fear of loosing it all, even if most of it is bad memories, there are a couple of good ones inbetween, plus those memories I've been making these last 2 years or so. With their ups and downs. I'm still thankful that I can work through the trauma (although there has been so much I don't always know where to begin or what end to grip..) because that means I remember. I have brainfog when it comes to some of the years though. But that might have something to do with sleeping 2-4 hours pr night most nights and sometimes, even 1 hours sleep, for 12-13 hours work, that was quite a mindf*ck... plus additional trauma from several places at the same time. Don't even really know how I'm still alive today. Oh well. One day we're here the next we aren't, right?
As long as I have complete brainfunction, two eyes two hands and two legs and a functionning imunesystem, I'm okay, I tell myself. Still, I really hope destiny, or karma or whatevs, won't force me to cross paths with any of the destroyers of lives I've had to deal with - so here's a drawing to that! * clanks wine glasses together *

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𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘, 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓱 𝓼𝓸 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭. 𝓦𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝔂. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾.
𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.

An A4 sized drawing with symbolic undertones... Made with Museum Aquarelle (dry). Watched a lot of instructive documentaries on a lot of topics (my curiosity knows few boundaries) but the one that really stuck with me was the one about dementia... I thought about it and the fear of loosing it all, even if most of it is bad memories, there are a couple of good ones inbetween, plus those memories I've been making these last 2 years or so. With their ups and downs. I'm still thankful that I can work through the trauma (although there has been so much I don't always know where to begin or what end to grip..) because that means I remember. I have brainfog when it comes to some of the years though. But that might have something to do with sleeping 2-4 hours pr night most nights and sometimes, even 1 hours sleep, for 12-13 hours work, that was quite a mindf*ck... plus additional trauma from several places at the same time. Don't even really know how I'm still alive today. Oh well. One day we're here the next we aren't, right?
As long as I have complete brainfunction, two eyes two hands and two legs and a functionning imunesystem, I'm okay, I tell myself. Still, I really hope destiny, or karma or whatevs, won't force me to cross paths with any of the destroyers of lives I've had to deal with - so here's a drawing to that! * clanks wine glasses together *