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i honestly think most of the reason why i like drawing is i'm not particularly keen on the act of like. existing, in terms of the fleshy meatbag quality as a baseline.

and like sex, when you're in the flow zone with drawing, your meat cage just kinda... falls off the bone like a short rib and the seretonin's pretty great right. strictly speaking your conception of reality feels fucking great.

also like sex you're in the act of creating -- whether it be a memory of the act (a particularly good wip you learned something from) or a literal physical something that lives on.

i wonder if sixteenth century monks ever felt like this too

/thought