deleting a failed art account always hits me right in the feels in a way nothing else really does. it’s a mix of existential dread, sadness, and desire to become a recluse that’s only really theoretically matched by the loss of a life long friend, or at least what that should feel like. maybe i just need to stop making grand gestures and take my art one step at a time. well duh that’s what i need to do, but will i? who knows…
















