So, here I am, writing and drawing like it is still 1999. I still feel irresistible terrors and strange longings. I have more stories to tell.
How did you find this place? How did you find me? I wrote Eudaimonia pursuant to a dream. Is it urban fantasy? Magic realism? A fever of an unwell mind? For sure, #doom. I’m outside of everything that ever was.
And now what? It doesn’t matter. I hope my work has some life outside of my social media quit. Yet, I don’t want to pay for ads. This is why.