Needing an umbrella on the sunniest of days

Sometimes in the middle of a run, my head fills with thoughts that beat the absolute fuck out of my brain. If I let the spill go too long, it can send me into a spiral, so I encapsulate. Crazily.┬áHere's what I sketched inside my run yesterday whilst I was freezing my nipples off. It's… Continue reading Needing an umbrella on the sunniest of days