I'm feeling sort of conflicted as of late.
It's as if I got caught up in such trivial bullshit I almost was swallowed up and swept away with it.
Only almost though.

I suppose it's hard not to, but I think this time to myself in the middle of the desert really did some good, and allowed me to remember who I am again.

I've learned to loathe Los Angeles, and nearly everything it stands for.

I have a few other things to say, but i'll update with that perhaps tomorrow.
I also have some pictures, but i need to figure out how to get these raw files on the computer first.






There was a fire inside but i put it out.
Now all that's left is a charred empty feeling, and a lot of unanswered questions.