Im vibrating at the speed of sound. Its not often that i can picture something so well whenever i read, not often but its happened before so i know what it feels like. And this is one of them. That paragraph of harvey sitting with the lamp on his shoulder mike on the sofa papers on his lap at night. Its perfect. Its so vivid to me and the yellow of that lamp, you didnt even have to say it was yellow i can feel it. Also cutting straight to the next day where mike’s already in bed but he doesnt know how he got there. Absolute perfection. I’ll be trying to capture harvey and the lamp for all my life now, i gotta get started on drawing that. This is a brilliant chapter. This is a brilliant story. I love this so much
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