MAKE ME UNDERSTAND

　　TIARA

　　I believe I remained motionless for a while, just staring at my belongings.

　　There it was. Everything about my life, excluding my art, was here. All of my painting supplies were still at my old flat, and I momentarily regretted not having requested their transfer. There was nothing that would have made me feel better than to grab a paintbrush and just fuck start painting. Draw or paint a house, wolf, or a landscape. Something ...