Deja Vue

Deja VueIt’s weird really. I draw them. Spend hours or days entrenched in a thought, making a statement or just completing a sentence and then I stack ‘em up on the mantle, balanced between the dusty treasures that live there, and once a week or so I bop them in an envelope and mail them to Paiger. Their likenesses arrive here like an old friend that I haven’t seen in so long that I barely