Existential Dread

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag...

Wait. That's a song.

Seriously though. Sometimes I do feel like a plastic bag. I make a lot of noise and I'm usually empty inside. Or full of food. Sometimes junk.

Anyway. I struggle against various ailments, both physical and mental, and sometimes life is harder than it feels like it should be. When you don't see a lot of progress on this website, this is why. It's not that I don't want to do art and write and update everything. It's that, sometimes, it's just too hard to do that and exist for the day.

So with that in mind, I ask that you check back every so often, and please don't get irritated with our sporadic update schedule. It is what it is, and we're working on it.

Till next time.