Sometimes things speak to you. Things that are among other similar things, but for some reason have a shape or personality that grabs your eyes and lulls you into it's world. It's like walking down a fall road with a thousand dead leaves swirling around you, and for some reason one of them grabs your attention. For some reason the shape is interesting. You might stare at it curiously for a moment before the electric fall wind blows it away. Sketching ideas is similar. I have to jot down the ideas before they get rustled away. Most of them are just dead leaves, but once in awhile something falls on the page that mirrors a strange loop in my head-something familiar, something I miss and I'm happy to see again, mingling with my newfound obsessions.
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