Blank

there are spots that are conducive for work and there are spots that are impossible for one to hold even the simplest of thoughts for a second.

i work in the latter.

to manage anything takes the either an ignorance or a willpower that is beyond comprehension.

Ceremonies

the last post was brought to you by insomnia, depression and watching Grave of the Fireflies at a late hour.

and now, this night, i’ve spent way too much time on the DataHoarder subReddit

all of this is part of the process for creation. the artistic act, for me, is birthed from nostalgia, depression and disillusionment.

where it’ll take me today is undecided.

and i’m still watching old x-files.