𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗸𝗮𝘁
10 posts
i know it's really annoying right now and things feel dismal and hopeless and most of all boring but let me promise you a future where if nothing else we can sit around the campfire (real/or digital) and still tell stories. stories don't feed you usually, so don't starve trying to tell them to a deaf audience i want to wake up every day and scroll, explore, and collect to the extent i did when i was an artist who felt creative and who made art and through that art could collect art from artists. But i've been sitting around waiting for a miraculous spontaneous event to manifest. trying to recreate the sense of security and flexibility through brute forcing the universe to bend to my will, spending countless hours arguing with the cosmos somewhere deep inside my mind. and i made some cool things and dreamt some cool dreams while i waited. mental stardust lacks the energy stuffs to collide into actual reality without outside intervention. i accept that my success hinges only on your success as a creative and your success as a lover of creativity - and when the mass hivemind behind all of the beautiful things online and in the world is collectively weeping and hopeless - i think it's really past time that i went back out to work again to rebuild the real world... so i can build and live in the fantasy one i keep dreaming about. rwx
