Day Two Hundred Ninety Eight: Oh Crap

Today is one of those days that I will not miss when I am no longer under my own tyrannical rules about posting something daily. One of those days where I have to question my dedication, my conception of art. What the fuck is this piece anyway. 
On the other hand, I never know when something I have thought nothing recurs in another form, grander, its fleeting birth under the guise of the mundane.
So I will appreciate the action if not the form. I will quiet my mind.

Monday: October 25: Sharpie on paper. 9x12