This is my sketchbook. This is my bucket of vomit. This my therapist. This is where I put my memories. This is where I shamelessly put it out everything that is on my mind. This is my personal Necronomicon. And it’s nearly in the end. I’m gonna finish him soon and start all over again with another empty sketchbook. But this is my first one, so I’m kinda sentimental that it’s coming to an end. Bye, bye, mate.