It wasn't graceful, he'll admit, as his feet thomped their way across the uncarpeted floor. Above, the grey cielings and shiny jpeg walls buffeted him with familiarity, and the welcome of home. Really, that was why he was back. He'd been gone for to long, trying something else.
But it always came back to the fact that he loved the art of others, he loved creating his art, and had, at some point, lost track of the thrill of posting it.
With finality, the door closed behind him, and the lights fired up again.
It was certainly nice to be back.
And he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.