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But I broke my plastic spoon. So I’m making a drawing instead.

No, not storm petrels in Ohio, I am in Ohio, somewhere, in a dingy motel with craptastic internet that keeps cutting out on me and, apparently, a train track outside my window. I should have just slept in the car tonight. I am drawing storm petrels, and thinking of the sea. With a constant video of an eternally unwinding road seared into my vision, the rocking of a boat is easy to imagine. Even my quietest moments are afflicted with movement. Only a week ago, I was on a boat for twelve hours a day, for most of a week. I am on my way to North Dakota. After that, I am not sure what I am doing.

Wilson’s Storm Petrels, digital sketch.