It's odd, the summer between high school and university. You would think I would be out frolicking in the meadows of sorts. Yet, I am here. More plugged into my computer, than it is into wall socket. It feeds me power, as the electricity feeds it. It enables me to create, it makes me a god in some odd digital world. Sometimes the creations end up being half deacent. So when boredom ensues, I create. Here is something I threw together, now for the washing cart flood bag.

It's called Paths.