These things cloud my head (with my permission) like a perpetual flu. If I were an addict, I could blame drugs or booze, but my addictions are the 3 x 5 screen in my hand and the constant reexamination of pain and rage. Better to binge on pixels and past hurts than to leave the chasm in my brain agape because I simply can’t properly fill it.
Infinite Loops: Depression, Stuckness, Grief, and Self-preservation.
In the past six months or so I’ve done a good bit of coloring. I’ve found time for Hardanger embroidery.…