I'm just sitting watching the days seasons and years drift by. Fucking grim shit. Plagues wars chaos in the streets.

Mass shooting in our country. Here the subways are again as deadly as they were in the 70's and then later again in the 90's. Folks are killed assaulted for no reason.

So there's wars and sickness everywhere.

All the more reason to write and make art. More reason to dream. More reason to hope. More reason to take risks to change things. Even if it's just changed a very tiny bit.

It adds up.

Life in my kitchen cabinet.

Made some paper dolls.

Posted them on my pages and pages where I'm a member. 

It's just color paste paper and dreams.

A just a tiny bit of hope.

But it adds up with all the other hopes.