Is this the cyber equivalent of being locked in the tower?
Well I guess something had to shut me up, blabbing on about a lady I’ve never met and a picture I painted years ago thats not been paid for yet.
It’s a spectacular view from up here in the tower anyway and one of the men in black dropped his pen so at least I can do some sketches.
I’ll always have this, when all else fails! Charcoal’s great for drawing with.
Time to head for the metaphoric hills of our green and pleasant land when my hair’s grown long enough to be rescued. Some time away from the machine will do me good,