I feel like Spider in Transmetropolitan. I am thinking of shaving my head and getting a "Water Lily Jaguar" tattooed on the side of my skull.

I've been UNPLUGGED from the WORLD and I wasn/t sure I would want to come back. Just 'being present' can fill a day and the emotional toll of "not giving a fuck" is a LOT LOWER.

I guess I'm a writer now though. I NEED to write. It's a compulsion, a habit, a DRUG, a release, sometimes tears, sometimes RAPTURE, NEED that I cannot stop wanting to do.

Coming back is hard. CULTURE has become like the monster in King's story "The Raft". It hypnotizes you and anesthetizes you as it envelopes and consumes you. If you "wake up" enough to "SEE" it, you see how UGLY it is and how it is eating you alive.

Trying to "catch up" with Current Events feels like swimming upstream in a sludgy sewer where the "point" of the exercise is to let it 'drown you'. I am finding it overwhelming at times.

Life was BETTER in Wandavision.

I hope to post something soon.