
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Nothing feels fun right now. Most of the things I typically enjoy have become frustrating exercises. I love paper notebooks, but canāt bring myself to write in them for more than a few minutes. I love film photography, but I donāt feel like dealing with the constraints and the costs. Iāve no patience for it. I love movies, but none of them look interesting. My typewriters collect dust. Itās probably just another allergic reaction to the terrible shit happening in the world right now, but Iām finding it hard to shake. ...