Inspiration:
This is the poem of thing that happens when you like to ponder physics, but also like to twist phrases around in your head.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
The Apple
I threw an apple into the air,
it hit me on the head,
but it was nothing New-
tons of people said
that fruit gone up must come down
and land upon the ground.
(But when you have the stomach flu
it’s the other way around!)