To give pause

2D or not 2D, that was never the question. Whether it was better to leave the pilloried drawing flat, or to take it to the land of sculpture - to force dimension? To make it live? To come awake? Sleep, I say, perchance to dream of immortality? Ay, it's but a rubbing! The mortal life it never seeks, that undiscovered country of blood and toil. Yet I, with conscience am made a fool by this mad resolution... With all my sins remembered, that current trend awry, I fly to 2D paperglyphs whose pale thought at once revives.