Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with the world. Perhaps that’s immature, but it drives me to try and change things. If I had to choose between adolescent angst and middle-aged detachment, I’d go with angst every time.
I guess this post is a sort of follow-up to “I feel like Sonic Attack!” and “I feel like Sonic Attack! (Part 2)” in that I just sat down, started sketching, and saw what came out. It’s art based on gross exaggeration of a transient feeling due to circumstances outside of my control.
But hey! I have a new bike now, and I feel like the long-term trend in human ethics is definitely pointing upwards.