A depressing pick me up.

This is my favorite chapter from my favorite book, Futureproof by N. Frank Daniels

"We were never here.
We are a blip, a mass of energy dissipated in a matter of moments, a flash in the pan, a twinkle of the eye, a prehistory lost in the passing of millenia, the minutiae of nothingness, a blink, an afterthought, a shallow stream evaporated in the first light of day. We are the misunderstood. We are the unclassified the oversimplified the target market the failing demographic. We are all already dead, the untalented, the ugly, the wasted, the underused, making way for the new. We are the bleeding. We are the profusely complaining, the overfed. We are the holes. The empty. The vacant. Carved out and hollow. Blankly starting. Echoes. Not ourselves. Not anyone."


I absolutely love this paragraph. In context, he is sitting in a basement with a group of people, all are on LSD, and he is tripping but observing them in this magnificently beautiful way. I wrote this in the front of my sketchbook, and whenever I need some inspiration or need to figure out what to draw I read it again, just for the visual.