Stanford University

Graphite Somnia. Thirteen—intricate lines of ink, thinner than hair, flow and swerve alongside, intertwining into what we recognize as a person. A pretty girl with a bright smile on her face stands tall with her fist firmly pressed into her hip. Her attire tells of adventures. It enthralls your imagination. I must have stared at this picture for hours. I wanted to draw. I, too, wanted to touch people with intricate lines of ink, thinner than hair, flowing and swerving alongside to intertwine into what they would recognize as beauty. Fifteen—“YOU’RE CASTING PEARLS BEFORE SWINE! YOUR IQ IS SO…