This summer will be consumed by drawing endlessly. 15 illustrations done. 9 more to go for 3 short novels. By the end of June, probably will work on 38 more illustrations for another compilation of short novels. Who knows the outcome of either me or the world will be at the end of 2020? I will cry a lot whenever I think about what pushed me so hard to be where I am at.
Lucky enough to have no one disturbs me. Wish I was somewhere near a mountain in an isolated state of mode. The aura of Toronto does not satisfy me but my parents are here, so…great to be with them despite this is my least favourite place throughout my life experience.