A very bad morning for H, very down, depressed, feeling hopeless and useless. Makes me appreciate my own cosmic sense of humor, coming out of Zen, but I don't know how to help her with this, so I offer the usual platitudes I would never say to myself. Ah, me.
Her art isn't saving her, as it has saved me. I think hers comes from a social place, not an existential one.
Doing my best...
Her art isn't saving her, as it has saved me. I think hers comes from a social place, not an existential one.
Doing my best...
