u/low_effort_life

The dark and gloomy weather is making me melancholic.

I miss the things that made me whole and made me alive inside and made me feel pure fulfillment. I miss art. I miss writing. I miss musicianship. I miss the me I used to be, before capitalism's brutal ultimatum made me choose between making a living and making a life.

Nothing tortures a tortured artist as much as unmade art.

I miss making, and making people's souls feel feelings.

I miss all the dreams I abandoned.

Mr. Mod appreciates your patience and understanding during this time. Stay dry, stay safe and take care, everyone. I'll be back as soon as possible. 🤍

EDIT:

Also, please vote angrily during the next elections.

Never, ever forgive and forget the flood control crooks.

Never, ever allow anyone else to do this to us ever again.