Perspective in this is horribly wrong but i like the sentiment…
I am so honoured and blessed and stoked and excited that I don’t need a plane ticket or a car or walking boots or appropriate weather to go on adventures. Or a bottles or pills or friends or concerts or movies to have fun. I just need a blank surface and something to mark it with and I’m gone. I can sit for hours by myself in the most amazing worlds and on the most epic adventures. My pen is a boat, a sword, an axe or a stick and my canvas is an ocean or desert or jungle or mountain. I swim, climb, fight, run, jump and explore with simple strokes and dashes and dots. I can challenge monsters or fly kites made from nothing but ink. And ink bottles are always full.
If you don’t already, you should go pick up a pen and make adventure. Radventure. It’s super mega fun.
Canals of Mexico City.
Drawing
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There is a mountain by a lake
that floats a boat that cannot break
and in the boat there sits a man
with crooked fingers on his hands
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