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It goes on and on, and on, and on ..

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I’m writing again and it’s cathartic.

Processing, processing, processing ..

The internet is a labyrinth — I don’t think I much care for trying to carve into it.

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at it again. my before bed birthday tune. there's something so peaceful about this project.

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another new project to mark being mid-way through the month of February.

this kind of thing is a little confronting for me, but, however inconsistently, have a little piece of emotional out-pouring.

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January in an obscure four.

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head first

The year 2025 is already one-twelfth of the way through, and I’m feeling the rush of time breathing down my neck as I work toward an unrelenting set of goals. I’ve been working on investing heavily into my personal growth – in too deep on the pursuit to do better amidst the chaos I’ve been gradually pulling myself out of from the arse-end of last year.

Telling myself I’d say “no-one cares, live true and bare it all” for the sake of finding a way to share the things that make me feel too vulnerable, I find myself battling silently in this little limbo realm once again. It’s such a strange concept to want to “overcome”. But there’s something suffocating about being the embodiment of radio silence in an era that is rife with the over-sharing via the internet in our ever-oddly-evolving bid for connection.

Working from a platform that has always allowed my creative expression to scream into the void a little reflects well the aspects of my daily practice, and I guess it at least affords me a shallow veil of comfort when I think that no-one is looking.

My aim here is to let the swirling thoughts organise themselves in a way that carries meaning and weaves itself through the pieces of music and projects that I share, in some way detailing the traversing of everyday processes that I tend to romanticise, minimise and weaponise, fantasise and demonise, to no end.

Some recurring themes I have been facing over the past couple of months have all been surrounding the process of self-reflection; confronting old wounds, moving past roadblocks that I have tried, time and time again, to let be as I allow them to obstruct my path, only to find that ignoring them doesn’t make them go away, and it doesn’t make my desire to follow that path lessen by any means.

I’m in the process of decluttering, shedding, and re-evaluating. Going through and culling my emails, I came across a quote I had emailed to myself back in 2021,

“Running away from any problem only increases the distance from the solution.”