You’ve reached hartchamber- a sketchbook filled with notes and postcards from another land called the dreamscape.
hartchamber- who is a crotchety old fart that likes cats, drawing and sleeping. And chocolate. Also ice cream. Then maybe washi tapes and ink.
like a starship plummeting to the earth, the last blog did again. my life is filled with half done journals. So be it, let the last page lie dead, and let a new one be born.
This is like a photo booth with images and numbers in the dark interior except you fill out the form with letters and an attached perhaps anonymous gravatar that I only see on the backside of this page.