
This new drawing just started today is called ‘Next time I get married it’s going to be to someone that actually likes me’.
I toyed with leaving the page blank, but in the end I wrote the word mine across the bottom.
I think subconsciously it has something to do with owning up to mistakes, or feelings or inadequacies.
As in-Yes, I’ll take that one. That was mine, that mistake there!
Yes, that total lack of insight, that was mine.
Yes, I’ll have that one too, my total blindness to your unhappiness.
I’d have a a couple of weighty baskets of mistakes.
I’d probably need a donkey to cart them around.
It would be a well fed and watered strong donkey, because I’m sure the basket would be added to.
I’d probably call the donkey something like Rhonda or Maureen or Joyce.
Or, if it was a boy I’d call it Carl, after Carl Sagan.
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