I have a hard time restraining myself from writing – or drawing – now that I have some sort of time.
In principle …
But I manage.
It seemed odd, and yet very natural to feel this way and she presently forgot all about the Ladovnas. There was time enough for them. She needed to feel this … city. Despite its cold, and poverty and restlessness and the barricades and guards … she needed to feel being here. So she stood in line and felt instantly better, although everyone else seemed to feel rather miserable.