Of Ink and Chaos

Been kinda blank lately?

Not at all really, more like a Rorschach Test gone wild, ink bleeding through, condensing into black rain, henceforth staining my life. It’s been too much chaos to possibly express in words known to us, Homo Sapiens.

This is what it used to look like.


This is it, now:


“We all die struggling to be born” said by Henry Miller