Listening to: SOAD - Ego Brain
Reading: the words I type.
Watching: the computer screen. music videos.
Playing: too many games
Eating: nothing, biting my lips
It's hard for me to grasp how much has changed since I started an account on this incredible and interesting online art gallery. It's been 10 years since I started even lurking around on it.
Whatever. So I'm living the dream as a secret agent that isn't allowed to release secret files onto anything anywhere about anything I know. Not here not over yonder or there or anywhere.
I'm just the kind of agent that you talk to every day and you wouldn't guess what I do to pay my rent, or fuel car, and sometimes maybe even feed myself.
I still am the artist and musician I have always been and I always will be. That won't change.
And now that I've gotten older and rarely come online to anything, I don't know, this just seemed appropriate for how I'm feeling.
..... and just as fast as the feeling hit me, it just left me.
Will I write again? Who knows