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.