To whom it may concern:
I am still alive and feeling how I feel etc.
I am still pretending to be a photographer.
I am still pretending to be a writer.
I spend a lot of my time in my head—as it were.
I currently have no projects in the works.
My whiteboard reads, “mom’s prints”.
I have one foot sinking into the mud of obscurity—while the other is deeply invested in cynicism, ufology, barbell training, and bomb pops.
I don’t get out much these days—and it’s becoming obvious.
I am like Bruce Banner—in the scene where he says “I’m always angry”. Except I am “always tired and/or awkward.”
Please don’t take me the wrong way—things are going quite well. I just wanted to stop by and say hey gang.