That I disappear so often.
Moved to another place again. With all my metalsmithing stuff and three dogs. But actually have no working place for now. So now I sit at the floor behind paper box with notebook on it and write this. Huh.
It's my last big work. This November was awful. I had bad mood every day. Everything seemed so useless and empty. But I found that if nothing is worthy, however, it doesn't mean I can't create nice things. This was my challenge. I did my best work ever as I knew that nothing matter in whole the world.