Rotate ~ Everything, all things, everything changes and turns, some follow their axis, others veer off course, but that is time, no one knows what will happen, not even a fortune-teller nor a weather presenter.
*Mr.know-it-alls*
This captures my state of mind or more precisely the confusion I feel when going about things. I hope that everything will simply unfold and pass by just as easily, as if everything were already organised and governed by something greater than myself, the planet that keeps turning, shooting stars, and the earth covered in withered plants that will soon die. It鈥檚 all a cycle; everything turns and repeats itself.
Old, moss-covered buildings also hold memories, I knelt before that magnificent structure, yet its grandeur will not last forever, it too will follow its own cycle, and might even be destroyed by a meteor.
Lately, I鈥檝e been getting more and more poetic, and I鈥檓 enjoying it, really feeling it, but I鈥檓 also extremely lazy, lacking in motivation, and I often find myself wondering if it鈥檚 time for an alien being to appear in my world and turn everything that鈥檚 already in order upside down. I鈥檓 bored!
I created it on paper, just like my previous work, I did it with a pen, of course, after sketching it out with a pencil first, and then I brought it to life. Here鈥檚 the process:
scanned version:
