I made this jacket out of brown wrapping paper, purely for shits. My sculpture teacher gave me props for it, so I can claim it on sculptural grounds.
Every time I am in a potentially healthy social situation, I always go and screw it up by going into recluse: taking refuge in my room, stocked with supplies so I never have to leave the haven. However: change is in the winds! I am moving flats this day. That is why I was up a 6 in the morning, starting out my window at the train tracks that run a little way beyond my flat, eating a bowl of oatmeal with bananas on top.