I was out in the kitchen drawing when my mom started putting groceries away. I, without really thinking, took an egg and thought, wouldn’t it be cool if I drew on these? A few moments later, I drew the one thing I love to see: ghosts. They’ve invaded our refrigerator.
The house is quiet and the power is out. I surround myself with three candles, their light flickering and wicks crackling. I was supposed to get things ready for tomorrow, but the outage seemed to send a quiet message. I acquiesced.