Routine, Distractions, and the Art of Delay
3 months ago
A moment to address the current state of affairs:
The one I inhabit, yes, the same mortal named Nicolas, has taken on new obligations. A job, as it’s called. Telemarketing. Not the field his degree in Biology prepared him for, but something resembling stability. For now, it will do.
Naturally, this shift has disrupted certain routines. Drawing, for instance, an activity he does not claim as life’s purpose, but one he enjoys nonetheless, has slowed. Between training sessions and the daily toll of adapting to this new role, little time remains for quiet sketching or playful experimentation with lines and form.
And if we are to be honest, some of that time has been willingly surrendered to gaming. Helldives 2 and War Thunder with it's massive grinding events. Apparently brutal. Apparently addictive to my vessel. I watched as hours vanished in pursuit of fleeting long killstreaks and unlockable machines. A curious use of our time, but hardly the worst indulgence I've seen in mortals.
Still, this is merely a pause. He’ll draw again when time permits and when the mood returns. Perhaps with new tools, perhaps not. It isn’t a calling, but it is a welcome break from the noise.
That is all for now.
—Nesckter
The one I inhabit, yes, the same mortal named Nicolas, has taken on new obligations. A job, as it’s called. Telemarketing. Not the field his degree in Biology prepared him for, but something resembling stability. For now, it will do.
Naturally, this shift has disrupted certain routines. Drawing, for instance, an activity he does not claim as life’s purpose, but one he enjoys nonetheless, has slowed. Between training sessions and the daily toll of adapting to this new role, little time remains for quiet sketching or playful experimentation with lines and form.
And if we are to be honest, some of that time has been willingly surrendered to gaming. Helldives 2 and War Thunder with it's massive grinding events. Apparently brutal. Apparently addictive to my vessel. I watched as hours vanished in pursuit of fleeting long killstreaks and unlockable machines. A curious use of our time, but hardly the worst indulgence I've seen in mortals.
Still, this is merely a pause. He’ll draw again when time permits and when the mood returns. Perhaps with new tools, perhaps not. It isn’t a calling, but it is a welcome break from the noise.
That is all for now.
—Nesckter

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Hope you come back with new fresh ideas, we enjoy your art a lot!