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I remember my teacher teaching me about vanishing points, where even the objects that are very much present are always pointing towards the vanishing. It is now that I am wondering why I would ever want to draw something where the point is to disappear. Interestingly enough, there were times I would run out of class, myself becoming some sort of undertow for the grown-ups who were chasing me, their authoritarian gaze fixed on my body. Some of them would catch me, some of them would leave me, in return believing to be that undertow I was myself at times becoming. And sometimes I would vanish and mostly I would not.