“Aigoo Jaehwan-ah~” he wailed to himself in the tone that sounds closely similar to the old lady that always rant in his neighbor, contracting against the loud punk rock song that blasting through his earphones. “You’re in desperate need of inspiration” he continued, lightly scolding himself and letting out a small laugh after realizing on how he had practically just had a somewhat decent conversation with himself. Collecting the truth that he was actually running out of idea, he gently knocked his forehead onto the wheel, wondering what kind of artist he was if he keeps on wasting away ideas.