I have a tendency to pick up and then abandon a sketchbook in favor of another, going back again later and filling them irregularly over the course of a few years. I like having old notes and sketches side by side with newer and blank pages where I can be reminded of old thoughts I may have never completed and have space to reflect on them.
Tonight I discovered this particular sketchbook contains a recent (ridiculous) sketch I did (in pink Sharpie, the finest of instruments) of that silly photograph of Morrissey with a cat on his head, a dozen pages after a tiny Biro doodle a former beau did of that same silly photograph of Morrissey with a cat on his head a couple of years ago when the photograph in question originally surfaced.
It probably symbolizes something, like maybe I’m at peace with the universe or maybe I’m listening to too much 80s music to be living in this decade or maybe it’s time for Morrissey to wear another cat on his head. It’s probably time for Morrissey to wear another cat on his head. Somebody let him know I’m waiting?