Something sears through his nerves with quick, tickling fingertips. It ripples through channels inside him that he didn’t know his body had, foreign and discombobulating. His nervous system feels like it’s been connected upside down.
...and yet the item that seemed to stun him the most was itself the night sky, which had been painted upon, given thousands of constellations that, on close examination, were precise, mathematically perfect, blinding, blazing red.
🥤 🍹 🎨 Drink & Draw this 10/25 at 6PM at White Owl Social Club 🥤 🍹 🎨!! Been feeling isolated a lot lately and craving creative community so I want to start these drink & draws up again! Artists of all skill level and mediums welcome, let’s draw and hang, itll be a good time!