Well, things just keep coming up and nothing ever goes to plan. It’s difficult to create without any rhyme or reason, with zero structure to daily life. Life is very unsustainable and up in the air, it seems. Despite this I do my best to hold on to the hope that I will be able to somehow create an emotionally meaningful piece in due time, but constraints and circumstances always smash my dreams into mundane monotonous nothing.
When time is permitting I’ll pick up the gauntlet again and throw it down once more, but who knows how anything will ever turn out what with dire crisis aversion constantly. Alas, I shall not give up on my dreams. So, where there is a will, there is a way. This is not a reasonable effort, but my attention is here when it can be and should be. Still holding on.