A bunch of my art is in my Arts & Tags book (now called random shit), but there's so much other BS that I need to have a whole book of my own that's just art. Enjoyyy
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When the helmet is off, our mind is infinite. There are infinite possibilities for where we can go, what we can do. But we can't breathe, and the freedom is killing us. We're trapped in the void of our brain. The helmet goes on, and suddenly, the infinite possibilities become a number. Our peripherals are restricted, we're forced to go only where society wants us to go. But we can breathe.
I know, I know, super emo. But it was the best I could come up with.
