It's winter but only starting to finally look like autumn. A quick sketch of a guy who's originally staring at the paparazzi chasing an unknown British star (at least unknown to me). But hey, that doesn't fit in the romantic surroundings!
The dust here is strange strains of short blackish thread or fur like things. I thought they descended from my coat but realise there's no way threads from my coat could magically float into my bathroom and settle on the basin or get stuck up my nose when I'm not wearing it. But that's too much information.
I'm sleepy, but I need to work harder.
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