My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.
“There are days when I'm completely depressed and able to do only one drawing.”
“A lot of people have been hyped up to be great but just disappeared. I promised myself I wouldn't be one of them.”