The weekend went too fast. I don't know where the time goes. I mean, I did things and stuff and sundry, but I feel like there should have been more.
I take many photos, but I'll never get around to processing even a fraction of them. I'm not too concerned.
I've been experimenting with making monotypes. It's not going great.
I think I've actually managed to quit social media. If you follow the blog here even loosely, you're kind of odd, but you probably know this is something I've been wanting to do for a long time.
It is time for stormy weather.
Current events remind me of the good old days of my childhood. A time when nuclear annihilation drifted on the breeze, always flitting about. Flit. Flit.