It's the moments of uncertainty I live for. I crave them if I'm honest with myself. I write and the Pencil interprets. Sometimes that translation is pretty true to my scribblings. Other times, the refreshingly unexpected happens. Sometimes, it's just a little deviation from my intentions. Other times, it's a grand adventure that comes out of nowhere. I can't decide whether it would be more enjoyable if everything was unexpected. But, then I'd have to give up my artistic influence over...things.

- Excerpt from an ancient manuscript. Language: unknown