#mkwnminhee

“does anyone even read this mess anymore? i feel like i’m shouting into an empty theater... or writing, i guess.” sage very rarely indulged in dramatics, and even when she did-- well, it barely ever counted as dramatics, thanks to her laidback nature that could rival a sloth’s. still, she couldn’t help but to vent her frustrations to whoever was still willing to listen to her, and in that moment the responsibility lied on minhee to amuse the pouty-faced artist as she lamented over her ignored works. “is writing no longer my calling? is this a sign? maybe i should just pack up my napsack, quit the paper, move to romania... i hear they have beautiful painted churches there. it just may be my calling-- that, or children’s illustrations. still a work in progress, i suppose.”