It's been a long while since I've posted anything, I've done drawings here and there but nothing major. All my 2021 and 2022 drawings were made during a long period of illness. I was bound to a chair for most of the day and needed icepacks during all waking hours. It was a very strange time and xmas makes me naturally introspective due to the datum it provides in memory. It's all a bit surreal to look back on and makes the current present feel far less profound of a statement in my life than a year ago. I do not wish to go back there but I'm grateful for it, even if it's scars have lessened living on subtle level.

This is just a letter to my future self from my present self about my past self, with all the shared pretentiousness. As this moment passes I want to remember that the past is not a destination or place, but a sentence. Something to read not to live.

fkl proofreading this or making it actually make sense I'm bored and need to shit seya