There’s always some cel-vinyl paint in an animation studio, but how seriously does anyone use it anymore? I dunno. Yuppie reading Ayn Rand? Swear it happened. I love when people SOOOOO live their cliches, above and beyond the point you were realistically expecting them to, till life itself becomes as much of a slapstick cartoon as I draw this journal strip to be. And the old, abandoned decaying buildings will always have a poignant quality to them that those fashionable-but-soulless glass panel monstrosities they favor now will never match. Here’s a nice one I snapped a picture of the other day, on the same walk I took the abandoned railyard photo.