i those chairs... rows upon rows of half-plastic and half-upholstery
funny modernity of warmly dimmed wall-lamps against the awkwardly dated painterly artwork beside them
eyes peering and peeling at the faces and gestures of attendants, their expressions and their actions-- they bowed their heads but i would always peek
searching for people of interest, trying to notice new or characteristic things... looking for people i thought were nice, people to talk to or youth to waste time with while waiting to leave in the aftermath
doodling idle escapism on memo pads
[°·.] are demonic, they said
i dont why i drew them because i very soon didnt care about [°·.] anymore
...i dont ...