Been thinking a lot about Amano lately.
I s'pose that accounts for this:
I drew this during church or something. I can't remember-- this weekend is blurry. The sketchbook this was drawn in was recently found by a two-year-old of my acquaintance after I left it at her father's house. She brought it to her dad, pointed at it, and said 'Jake.'
It is the first time she has ever said my name.
To that child, my identity is expressed by a black notebook with an elastic strap.
I guess I can live with that.