The Monday

This will be like today. The rain will fall heavily, but you'll be stuck inside, totally sheltered and disgustingly dry. At your work desk, you'll be in two minds —your Weather Eroded Small Pyramid Mind, and your Spherical Semi-Shaded Mind. They will talk to each other through an invisibly hung studio microphone, and this will confuse you, party because you are not in a studio, but mostly because it's invisible and you can see inside of your skull. Also, somewhere around you will be grey carpet, but you won’t care so much about that. 

Illustration by Roberta Cicerone.

Emo Balances Out Nickname With Optimistic Drawing

The Illustrator

Absorbed in a less then picturesque Derwent-coloured hell...I begrudgingly attempted to sketch yet another train scene. Making windows appear 'less square' and bellies 'less toned', with the less than adequate materials provided and a deadline of two-thirds-of-fuck-all. "MUSH", they would say. "Draw faster! Draw better! Include those seventy three wrinkles on her hand!" Distressed in reception, I dreamt of scenarios such as sling-shotting a musty leather-bound textbook entitled "Exploitation 101" at their cashed-up craniums, or perhaps hosting a sing-a-long to "Let the boat people in, they draw good for cheap".