Y’know that sort of impending doom feeling that you get in your chest sometimes? That fills you with dread and you don’t even know what could go wrong but you know that it will? And you can already see your friends drifting away from you, there’s evidence everywhere, but you feel helpless to stop it because you’re so tired and it’s inevitable, anyway? There’s no permanence in this life at all, just adapting and hoping that the next wave of change won’t be too hard to wade through. That maybe, if you’re very very lucky, you’ll be left with some scraps of the friendships and projects you’ve built.
Friends and jobs and fandoms and obsessions all burst into brilliant light and fade in a constant flow. It’s like life is a spider-web with moments of passion connecting all of the random threads together, but they give way to lulls for the next point of contact…
ughh
I’m adding a ton of art blogs to help dilute my dash of sadness.