Now that I discovered I have Photoshop.

An extremely meaningful drawing to me, I envisioned it when escaping my depression and finding meaning.

Thoroughly searching through the darkness for months, every day feeling more and more hopeless. Then, I find a handle. I pull it, opening a window, out of which it's like I can see infinity. Beyond anything I could imagine, I can see the bright stars forever. I see endless adventure, so much unknown just waiting to be explored. An adrenaline rush. What I now understand is truly important to me, is what I don't actually understand.

A red fox who sounded like he was from New York was talking to me during this.