I was just thinking as I painted, its been too long since i've had a nicely toasted sandwich at a cafe. I miss the taste of goodness and the promise of faith. Good food has that effect because subconsciously you would realise that someone you don't know took the time and effort for you.

I don't think i was born to be a painter. I'm much too impatient and lazy for that. There are way too many lines that I would eventually cross without meaning to.

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