USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
I worked as an assistant to Hirohiko Araki,the creator of
"JoJo's Bizarre Adventure"
and learned numerous manga techniques from him. This is one example.
@NotAmberBerries Revendreth cannibalized what could have been Blood Elf aesthetics and I'll die on this hill. Imagine if they realized they couldn't fix the Ghostlands so they decided to work with the Forsaken to tame it with blood magic instead.
as a boy i was trained in sword fighting but once i reached adolescence i took an interest in archery and now in adulthood i am mystified by the arcane and pore over spellbooks into the night. my indecisive nature has left me as only a tourist and a master of nothing
There needs to be a geek squad but of jocks that go to places like nvidia and dynasty warriors style bully their way through hordes of dorks until this stops
Art hacks 101:
1) Loop a song until you finish a drawing. it causes u to enter Time prison where time doesnt feel real so u can draw for longer periods of time. also the onset insanity makes you desperate to finish the drawing faster so u can change the song
they don't tell you that like 50% of hours spent in making art is just you staring at what you just did and wondering if it's wack or not cos you lose all sensibility while lost in the sauce