​ In the morning, when I see aunts in the neighborhood talking, my face is unraveling for some reason.
I think that the young gray hair that grows even if it is pulled out and the eyesight that falls every time I go to a visual acuity test are a troublesome break.

(It seems that we have a breach that we can't do even if we try to repair it or not.)

I draw such days with a short animation.