‘Lo, ev’ryone. I’ve been relatively silent these past four months since 2025 started…despite my hopes and intentions and whatnot. Everything leading up to this year was…decent. I had hopes for this year, if nothing else. Yet, four months in and…
I’m starting to wonder, for the umpteenth time in my life, why I bother. With anything.
With my hopes.
With my dreams.
With my intentions…
With what I think I can do.
Nothing happens in my life. Yes, I am one of those pathetic people who waits for something to happen to them because I am tired of trying and failing to make the change happen myself. I tried. I tried so hard. I can’t put all my energy into doing that again…
I can’t.
You don’t know how fucking hard I tried...
In the meantime. I’ve rebranded Candelabræm. Candelabræm Books is now a subsidiary of it, as well as a new subsidiary that will focus on art. As in artwork, crafts, craftsmanship, and all that jazz.
Speaking of which, I have…intended…to work on art again. For the first time in too many fucking years. Have I actually “artworked” in the past week? Hell fucking no.
So…that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing.
Nothing.
As usual.
So, fuck me, right?
