My jovial face hides the nature of my thoughts lately: that my current comfort with being on the dole, and living week to week and never really achieving anything is a cycle of just marking time.
I finished my my pliot today, and I’m sending it off within the next 10 days or so. I’m designing a new coffin, and I’ll be working on the prototype over the next few weeks. That’s the plan anyway; need something to lift me out of this funk.