the endless fucking transitions.

i've taken a bit of time to re-evaluate and here i am now. i quit smoking, i've been writing again, sleeping less, eating a bit better, trying to find a general point of focus. i feel like i need solitude right now more than anything, so i've been taking it in slices and apologetically at best.

so the air is warmer and the sky has been very clear lately and i've been thinking about the ocean and the mountains and goddamn. it boggles the mind. i was supposed to leave seven years ago. i am going to burn this town to the fucking ground. i will leave no bridge standing. i've got to make sure i never come back. quitting smoking was easy. but this is actually going to take some conviction.

there are ultimatums coming. in the meantime i can't really guarantee anything. but there are some things half-finished and i will try to make it back here, and i guess that's the best you can do for now.