I don’t really update these things often enough, mostly because I argue with myself as to the point and significance of them. But jeez what sort of meat sack would I be if I didn’t dabble in exercises of superfluous futility. Today I am tired. On a level of fed up that prematurely plateaued and sits on a heart monitor flat line of monotonous indifference. I’m neither here or there. If there were maps to be charted of it, I’d wonder what shape the landscape would take, a sinking island perhaps? And I’d further wonder, that for every sinking island, would their be another rising up from the primordial, volcanic froth to replace it? Somewhere within the slow chaos of the world, an unapparent rythm can be discovered, one that is championed by the fact that no one cares. And all this profound wisdom afords me nothing more than a predictably, archetypal amount of misery. Woe is me. I’m not special, I’m not significant and I’m not important. I don’t think I could handle it if I were.

So I’ve been progressively gaining weight, my art still hasn’t gotten any better, because my art is fine. I’m the one with the problem. Non-committal, lazy sod, that’s me. I know all the answers but won’t take the steps to the soloutions. All in all I’ve been a pretty worthless meat sack so far. Who knows perhaps there is a spaghetti-junction off-shoot that will finally inspire me to abandon my lackadaisically, lethargic inclinations. Let’s keep hoping eh?