Sometimes I feel like there are some things I really ought to cry about but don't. BBC this week wrote about a little boy involved in a bombing in the middle East and how it shocked the area - an area where it takes a heck of a lot to shock 'em. I didn't shed a tear about it. Is it because I am too far removed from the situation, or because I would be a babbling mushy mess if I was struck by every atrocity I read about? I dunno. At the same time, something feels not right with being tear-less...
I drew this picture awhile back but re-did it yesterday as I feel that way again.
Medium: Prisma and Sharpie-magic
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