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.