It has been a long time since my last confession... five years? What's new?!
I'm in LA with Laser vision... the food is great, the traffic can suck, I like the energy here... but you can get lost here like anywhere else. I blinked and a couple more years had passed... and my tribe of one is aging dis-proportionally.
Some parts of me have grown strong and mature while others are weak and neglected... the parties in my head are starting to feel a scote-ch awkward... imagine starving children meet business professionals... also the Doom of Mundanity weighs upon me heavily. I need an audience... even a null one... or even future self... these timestamps will help you locate that lost soul.
I decided to buy my creativity some trainers and start feeding him again... its like going to the gym after a prolonged hiatus, its sad and demotivating... but so needed. Facebook and Twitter aren't the correct medium for my needs... not yet... maybe not ever... so I'm back here chasing the ghosts of Stevemas past. Can I find a spark of his joy and kindle it within me? Let's hope I'm still a compatible donor.
"I want to be a much better person, but instead I worsen with each passing day..."