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all charcoal images are drawn after and for the writing. 2025.

I always have so many ideas cataloging through me. I want to be great at something and yet I just feel like a machine that churns out information. Information is flowing through everything everywhere all the time, and it whispers and echo's off any surface it finds and it shines and refracts and the sound lingers and you can or don’t have to… find it there or be interested or wanting or desiring of anything it is offering, but for some reason I am interested and I am always wide eyed to whatever I can possibly get ahold of like I just woke up, every moment every day…like a new lifetime has emerged.