You can't stumble into depth, you recognize it overtime. Things are inherently deep. This understanding expands. Or you ignore it and let be yourself shallow.
everybody wanted to know what I was up to. they squished me while claiming to love me, shoved past me to see what my hands were creating. when they finally saw my art, they shrugged in annoyance that they tried so hard to view it. almost like it was an extension of me all along.