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AMATEUR

I drew my way through the year, having dropped out of

everything. That ad for the cabin written for someone like

me, who didn’t know what Get Away Cheap meant; you can’t

get away. I went to live like a nun, pure, distractionless.

One packed bag. I wanted to draw nature. Tired of drawing

people. Instead I drew you: as a tree, a fox, a stream, a dragon,

a devil. I drew you as I used to draw myself, at first to make

more of you, later to get rid of you, and now I don’t draw you

at all, there are other things, and I never got it right.