Yesterday I was on a camping trip,
We had fun,
Illustrating, singing, playing guitar,
setting up fire, smoking, grilling,
preparing food,
Socializing, making new friends,
everything was good.
Except that bottle of PUCK
(puck is a lebanese cheese brand)
it had something suspicious written on it: Processed Cheese
Bad marketing strategy…
But later that night, around 5:30 AM
when I was desperately trying to find comfort in the tent,
trying to sleep,
my brain started processing all of my feelings,
And after 1 month and 1 week of the breakup, I saw a movie of the whole relationship
And lots of feelings and thoughts hit me
It crushed my heart,
I went through your pics by accident today
It made me feel pain inside and discomfort…
Nothing worse than processed feelings.
Here’s a sketch I made when I was back in Paris….
Jude 