Running out of your usual stuff leaves you outside your boundaries, outside the comfort zone, if you prefer. Which then as a result pushes you into the need to fulfill what you gotta do by other means.
This is the result. Vintage, yellow paper of an abandoned book in German language, that I found tossed away in the library, among the “gift to yourself” books (the kind that gets written off as out of date [reprinted; too old; irrelevant; too screwed up to be given to people; etc.])
And, you gotta admit, it’s bloody beautiful.