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K Mark Schofer

I sit and watch as I drive through the backroads of Deleware. It could be any state in the US. I wonder who lives here and why. And then I wonder why I arrived to that judgment.

Why we end up where we are is a capricious set of almost infinite permutations. To me, staying where you were born is an obscure destination. To others it makes all the sense in the world.

This sketch is a reflection of that.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.