roamingaround

Thanks to everyone for the kind words. I miss my friend terribly, but I'm grateful to have had him for as many years as I did.

Meanwhile, the hours slide on and I can't quite believe that there's a war going on. The citizens of Baghdad got some bombs with their breakfast, and here I am drinking tea and listening to Ghost records, trying to get through my own little tragedy. It all makes me feel powerless and out of it.

So, of course, the plan is to bleach the fuck out of my hair, read Thomas Mann, and make some art. Of COURSE, right? With art, I can make power from scratch.