Settled in - but not settling.
Winter work is thinning + fading w/ the longer days — coming out in spring gets harder + harder each year … until one day it will be unthinkable. i just won’t come back.
Time goes + wishing i had more physical manifestations of how the hours were spent.
Going back though a bunch of Old Work that i'm not happy with. But, i am not going to rework any of it.
Hell, i can do New Work + not be happy with it.
What i learned today:
War cannot be comprehended because it doesn’t make sense.
In any case, you wanted to see a middle + an end?
There is none. Only this.
An example of heavy-handed lightheartedness.
