Bastien Editions

Its a deep, cold October night. It is long past your curfew yet you are still sitting in your shitty padded office chair in front of your computer.  
You room is mostly dark, the only exception are the shadows of the tree branches behind the window dancing in the moonlight.  
Clicking of your computer mouse and an old dirty keyboard are the only sounds in the otherwise silent peacefulness of the night.

You are once again having a great time doing your digital art. Your face frozen 15 centimetres in front of the big CRT monitor is illuminated by its artificial blue light. The fact that you are getting up for school in about 4 hours is a little to no concern to you. You are hypnotized, lost in the sea of pixels and colourful strokes of your mouse. You are creating worlds.

Occasionally one of your old folks comes by the door and stays there for a while, listening whether you are mischiefing again. As they stay there  divided from you only by a thin piece of wood  you try not to move, not to click, not to breathe.  
It never takes more than a few seconds. Making sure that you are sound asleep they move away from the door and turn the light in the hallway off again.

You are safe. And you can continue your journey.  
