I don't know how well you'll be able to read this... This was doodled/written in 1998 whilst in India. I spent an intensely lazy afternoon sitting on the doorstep of Hotel Shreenath Palace in Jaisalmer, watching the world go by and jotting down fleeting thoughts in my sketchbook. Looking back on it, I am easily swept up in the beautiful memory of the sand-castle fairy tale city. My experience of Jaisalmer was an odd mix of awe and appreciation for the beauty of my surroundings mingled with the frenetically zealous energy of being 19 years old and running loose in India.