Too Much Alone

We are born alone---well, there's usually more than a few involved, but bear with me---and we die alone. Again, there could be some folks around the bedside or flocking to see the bloody aftermath of the head-on but, yeah, basically, we are flying solo. I always find it mildly humorous when homo sapiens is referred to a 'a social creature.' Maybe they mean social enough to make each other's life a living hell. Yeah, that could be it. This is a 9 by 6 inches gel pen with color pencil drawing on medium bond acid-free paper. Original Jones Art is, per usual, flying solo in a plane with no controls, in northwest Austin, Texas.