A detailed sketch in the style of line art and watercolor brushstrokes. Professional FurryArt A front view of an anthropomorphic white tiger (25 years old, of average build, with somewhat childlike facial features), with blue hair; he is wearing headphones. The character is wearing a black-and-blue fall jacket. He is sitting on a bus seat by the window on the right, leaning back casually against the seatback. His head rests against the window, and his arms are crossed in front of him. His gaze is calm and melancholic. He is looking out the window. It’s a rainy evening. Through the window, the streets are blurred and bathed in bright yellow lights. Warm, flickering lighting; the image has shaded areas. Change size up to 4*3. Arrange the elements so that the character occupies the left half of the image and the view from the window occupies the right half.
Nothing in the world relaxes me more than thinking. While everyone else seems to want to switch their brains off when they're tired, I try to push mine to its limits. A clear stream of thoughts, like a stream of water. Not a raging river rushing and churning over rocky rapids, but a free, quiet, almost imperceptible flow, concealing an equally unstoppable force beneath its deceptively smooth surface.
This is the state I spend most of my life in, constantly analyzing events, finding unexpected connections between details, and questioning interpretations. I think about different things: people and their relationships, the world and its structure, patterns, absurdities, nonsense, and the everyday little things that make it harder for us to live calmly. I think about how to make life simpler, more interesting, and more enjoyable, free from dogmas, impositions, distortions, and imperatives.
It seems to me that no problem is truly unsolvable. Some simply require more time or a different approach. Sometimes, merely rephrasing a problem can lead to a solution. And yet, in this often half-asleep state, I seem to have lost touch with reality altogether. It doesn't mean I've concluded that certain situations are hopeless. It's just that, for any of these things to become reality, thoughts need to learn to speak. And by that, I don't mean mere lip service, but concrete actions — actions that, for reasons I can't quite explain even to myself, I've put off for far too long. Yesterday's little trip brought me back.
How many things still need to be solved, discovered, invented, rethought, or destroyed to truly reach the goal? Do you know? I don't.
I'm not saying goodbye forever. It's just that my thoughts are needed elsewhere now.
