11/2/22

I thought I was further along than I actually am. Turns out, it's 1 of 10 finished. And finished isn't even the right word. That 1 of 10 is far from being done, but it's at a point where at least I won't combust from embarrassment showing someone.

But we always end up on the fact that none of it matters. I've always been at this dead end and I've never left. I love to make things but at what cost? No money, no family, no prospects? It's a lovely thought to make things for your own amusement, but, you know, talking at a wall is amusing, too. Sometimes, it'd be nice to have a response, a conversation, metaphorically speaking.