So by now you've probably noticed I'm not around much
. It happens.
My life has gravitated elsewhere. "Elsewhere"
is this weird and wonderful place of reading tarot semi-professionally, growing okra, playing cards every Wednesday with my 78-year-old great aunt Annette over a bottle of moonshine, owning roughly half of a rapidly growing art-oriented web startup
, and trying to find a local beer I don't hate since I've moved cross-country and they don't sell my brand here.
It isn't that I dislike DA. It isn't that my experiences here weren't important, or fun most of the time. The place just has a lot of memories
, some good and some terrible, and logging in feels a bit like putting on a backpack full of cinder blocks and jumping in a lake. There are people here I miss, but there are also people here I'd rather never speak to again (you know who you are!
I've also hit this weird place artistically where I know my