Something amazing and magical happened to me today. I was animating in my mind, drawing individual frames in a sequence. It's the first time I created a drawn image straight from my imagination, rather than an external source, in a very long time. But then I couldn't seem to play violin or anything else, as if doing great art is at odds and direct opposition to doing real life things well. Like my violin.
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Sometimes dreams come true