I am feeling an intense urge to do a book of short stories and poetry for Tanya. About her, and my friends, and our stupid little stories, and the ways our lives were changed. And I want it to be illustrated.
But I'm not working on it yet, because I am afraid of it. I'm afraid of a real project. And I'm afraid of revisiting my old ghosts, because I don't know what they will say to me.
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