Catharsis helps. I feel strains of unveiling somehow distinguished from all others I've known; this distinguished by elaboration. Emotions known by reason to be both judge and jury. I am both digression and progression. There is forward motion in discovering what it means to be human in the 21st century. I am a creature that does what I must to survive, because I am a creature that is complacent in passing moments: resurgence, ebb, and tide of my spirit arrow reaching for opposite shores. I've been downgoing to overcome; I will downgo and overcome in dialectic progression with passing topicality until my unveiling ceases. I know my serpent. I know my eagle.
Sometimes, I see light. And sometimes, when I see light, I see more light. I cannot escape Death. I can escape Death in Life, as I prepare myself in life for astral projection by the force of beauty and productive motion.
After I finish these jobs and study, I will finish writing one of my science fictions that's been shelved for months. Would you like to read it?
And. I anticipate a finished painting within the next 7 to 14 days. I have $500 in trade with a local frame distributor whose warehouse I climbed and crawled to run cable. However, I have little need of frames: they just add a touch of class. I intend to frame this piece and send it your way, because it is for you.