i flip through pages of my sketchbook. it's been on my shelf since the beginning of the year. what is it that doesn't move me? i haven't sketched a face in months. (except for my philosophy professor's this morning. it ended up looking like a closely shaven potato. i feel like my eyes are out of practice to recognize in someone's face what my hands are able to put down on paper. i used to know what it was like to find the perfect spot on the page to sketch a nose. ah, yes! that's where the nose goes. now i have to guess. i pick a spot in a gaping circle and smudge around the pencil. scoff. it's mechanical. i haven't bought charcoal in about a year. i have a few ends and pieces stuck haphazardly in a box of paper bits. where did i lose it?)

i have homework to do.