/lit/ - Literature

No brushes for me, but I do like the brusque quality of the (coloured) pencil; I rarely draw/sketch though, and when I do, it usually happens spontaneously, and as an immediate accompaniment to my writing.

Spring, and Summer, are not meant for the world as it is now; mine usually come in WInter.

The best reciprocity transcurs between what is in ascending syncord from the end to the beginning: as hearing is acuminated in Winter, so touch is echoically recuminated in Spring: but the descending worldly discord from the true Winter into the false Spring is always especially turbulent.