Rear View Mirror

In a first off, casting around for quick something to sketch, parked waiting for Theo while he has a music lesson, in the same spot as last week, finding no virtue in the straggly street, the low-grade local buildings, the cars parked like aphids, I resort to the rear view mirror, that tilted perspective of one's self.  The task is a weird meld of the inconsequential and the unnerving.

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