Why I Regret Playing with My Five-year-old Niece
Or why I wish I was more of a jerk
It’s about nine months into the pandemic. I’m in my study room, staring at the digital drawing in front of me. I yawn. My eyes tear up. The drawing gets blurry. I’m feeling drowsy. Alright, time for a break.
I close the drawing app, put my tablet away, get up, and head to the kitchen. I’m on my way…