Imagery

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

5:28 pm
My entire desk is a collage of used post-it notes. This makes for a handy writing surface whenever inspiration strikes me for a doodle:

Attempts at drawing Slagar's head ... whenever I draw animal characters they all look friendly. Too much Robin Hood as a child, methinks.

The hand of Mrs. Baudelaire, as seen in the mysterious photo found in the Library of Records at Heimlich Hospital. Notice how she is not yet wearing her wedding ring, and so is therefore not technically "Mrs. Baudelaire", but seeing as to the controversy surrounding her pre-marital identity... that's the only name I can call her. Octaveleap, I am TRYING to draw this photo... really I am! It's a wretched stubborn ol' thing!

"Ebony pencils," by the way, is not in the photo... just a note to myself.