oversimplified

A long time ago I had a pen and a bunch of paper. The pen was kind of a felt-tipped brush that tended to bleed if I stayed in one spot too long. This was a little while before computerized drawing tablets or scanners.

Anyway, eventually I had produced stacks of hand-drawn art that ended up in boxes that I didn’t figure anyone would ever see. I imagine that happened a lot before the Internet took off. So, I guess, if I lived maybe fifty years ago I’d live in a completely different kind of obscurity.