Friday, 11th November 2016

In a way I'm sort of relieved, it's like being diagnosed with a disease you always knew you had.
Finally to give up and give in, surrender to chaos and murder all chances of the beautiful dream you once held so dear.
We can walk in these times with a more lucid gaze now with a feeling that any day it could all fall apart,
this year has been the birth pangs of a new era, the past is gone and I'm finally accepting I need to leave it behind too.
Plagued with anxiety and insecurity for the future these past dozen years now it's becoming clear that there is no chance of peace, no negotiating possible, that that was all a feeble attempt to hold something together which was always going to burst apart.
So in a way it's a relief. Keeping it together is no longer required, only how much to surrender.
To war we go. Ready to let this world go to hell, may there be some beautiful things that grow from our poisoned bodies and narrow minds.

Adjust and keep on moving on and keep making art and try to stay friendly and not a bitter heart.