Mmh... Feeling about as alright as these circumstances allow. On a less doomed timeline I'd probably be doing pretty great rn. I've pretty much done everything I've been able to do to get things better without losing my shit and disconnecting from the world and disappearing into the woods forever to become some feral cryptid or a corpse lol. The summer is coming and all my personal major life situation issues have pretty much been resolved for now. Yet the dread of existence remains near unchanged due to the increasingly fucked up situation literally everywhere else outside the reach of my sphere of influence. I'm just here standing and staring at the world and being like "It's your turn now..." while watching as the shit and piss stains keep on flowing further down the world's pant legs into a wider and wider puddle on the floor in front of me. It is a real curse to be living in "the world's happiest country" while the atrocities worldwide keep on fueling the innate "problem solver" in me towards more and more drastic measures of direct action. Had I not been surrounded by this buffer zone of niceness isolating me from the action and my lack of funds to reach my arms beyond, I would be out there personally taking these dictators and war criminals and oligarchs ruining everything out with my bare fucking hands, but here I am, stuck confined behind the wall padding of the local bubble of relative competence of running a society. Tired of feeling so helpless against a bunch of squishy crunchy little bags of borderline expired flesh that the world surrounding them seems to treat as literal immortal deities. Anyway that' enough of this sorta rambling I was able to squeeze out of my rotting brain for now. I just hope the world starts healing before my dog runs out of her years. She's already 9... I'd be doing more art again if life wasn't constantly throwing this sorta "you can't sleep with enemies nearby" type of energy between the gears of my creativity. I wish I was able to fix this myself, but as a dumbfuck nobody from bumfuck nowhere, I can only try to maintain what little hope there is and complain online about it to the handful of people stumbling across my online presence :v