I went to the grocery store this morning to pick up a head of lettuce. There’s a lot of turkey in the refrigerator so lettuce was needed for the inevitable sandwiches I’ll be eating for the next week. And what did I hear when I walked through the sliding doors?
Christmas music.
Oh right. Christmas follows Thanksgiving. And here I am posting sketches of carrion eating troglodytes. (These are the rough sketches for interior illustrations of the Ghoul Sourcebook.)
I suppose I’ll consider these sketches a reminder of how finite our time is. That we end up as food for something – worms, fire, flesh-eating bacteria, maybe even strange ancient underground dwelling cousins. Any day above ground is a good day. We might as well celebrate while we can. Happy Holidays!
‘Course, we only have so many chances to sob, moan, and howl in pain, too.
So true. I must remember to celebrate those times too. Especially when they happen to someone I don’t like.