Moral Decay

I stayed up very late last night sitting at my desk. I used so much ink on one drawing.... An incredible amount. I was completely committed to make this creation perfect..

It was, undoubtedly, the best drawing I have ever made..

I signed it before holding it up in the light to get a better look at it.

So beautiful..

An unbelievable amount of effort was consecrated into it..

Six hours.... For six straight hours, I sat at my desk leaning over a piece of paper, making it alive, making it into something good, obsessing over every meticulous detail..

I went into the livingroom in hopes to find a frame for it because I loved my creation so much. I couldn't find an empty frame. I opened a can of Pepsi, and as I lifted it up to my mouth, I stared at the drawing on the table..

I brought the drawing outside, set it down gently on the front walkway, looked upon it proudly, and poured Pepsi all over it..

I made damn certain that every bit of the godforsaken masterpiece was soaked with soda..

Then I stomped on it, over and over and over.....

I stopped and picked it up. It was dripping and torn beyond recognition..

It will never be the same again.

It took me six hours to create, but only a mere thirty seconds to completely destroy.



So alas, in reality, my co-created masterpiece..... Worked on for what seems a long, long time.. It now has a sense of impurity and inevitable decay..

It will never be the same again.


Perhaps I do think too much.. But I guess better too much than not enough.