Izoka

I feel like my inspiration's gone since I finished my schooltime. Though 90 percent of my emotions in school had something to do with agression and boredom, I loved my friends so much, that they were the main protagonists of my sketches and drawings. But now they're scattered through the four winds, and everybody knows that even if we promised to stay in contact, that we will barely see each other again. Maybe three years aren't enough to build a deep friendship - or (and that's what i believe much more) we're just a bunch of damn bone-lazy overworked people without phone connections, web - or even carrier pidgeons (looking at you, Elli!! -__