A 30-minute power outage made me do this.
It’s a tiny zine (click on the image) titled:
“Your tears taste like the sea💧”
PS: to stay in the zone while doodling and cutting the foam sheets, I’ve been listening to “Change” (1983) by Tears For Fears.
It’s such a pretty audio poem:
“Where does the end of me / Become the start of you”.
Give it a listen.