I honestly had forgotten about deviantart for a while.

I haven't shot anything of (that I would consider anyway) significance lately.

I graduated a month or so ago with my BA.

I quit my job and drove across the east coast.

Home(less) now.

Ran away and got married.
It's been six months.

It all sounds terribly depressing really, but it isn't. Not so much anyway.

I'm applying to grad schools now. Trying to decide what to do next. A million ideas pouring out of one notebook I just need to find the motivation and energy to execute. God knows I have the time.

Everything will be okay.




I am still not beyond my crucifixion with railroad spikes. Perhaps one day you will understand, Mr. Bear.