Dream diary (vintage)

This is about 4 years old. I was planning on editing/redoing it, but I sort of like it just the way it is. (And I sort of don’t feel like it.)


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Eavesdropping: Canada Day

One Canada Day, me and my boyfriend at the time were deathly ill with the worst summer cold we’d ever had. I lived near a University, so the majority of my street was up til the wee hours of the morning, intermittently setting off fireworks and slurring excerpts of  ‘O Canada’. We sat on my second floor balcony with tea and kleenexes, people-watching and being generally cantankerous. I started doodling snippits of what I heard from next door, and these are those doodles.

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