There are too many of us...

It's a realization caught abruptly in flight.

What's going on with us? Getting mingled with wallpaper objectivities. Without much thought, not even 1800 seconds in a day.

A bit tiring for ambition.

A bit torturing for intelligence.

A bit lost for the ancients.

Go find the objectives.

So what contributes to fire

Absence isn't a good for certain things, probably not good for this one, or some of you rather me not update this... oh well shit happens in ambiguous ways.

A artistic block of some sorts clouded me for a little while, somehow things came back for a bit, a continuum of worries blocked it a bit but things got better and I have a feeling it'd be fine soon. Possibilty of artistic output are cyberpunk; lingering cities, etc. Ambiguity makes it simple yet refreshing and memory-inducing.

I have no input in other things at the moment, probably start another blog for objective articles.