The electric pencil sharpener fell silent and I glanced down and came to a sudden realization, my life exists on the edge of this rather dilapidated but freshly sharpened red animation pencil, and inbetween still frames of intriguing motion capable of being analyzed, manipulated and inevitably mastered.

This art labeled animation further evolves into entertainment with no boundaries nor restrictions. So animation to me, inevitably leads to freedom. And I smiled as I itched underneath the shackle binding my rather used red animation pencil to my person