"I have no idea where I’m going, or what I’m doing anymore.
There used to be a very clear, very set, path I walked.
A creative direction which seemed to always be just a few feet in front of me, and brought about a sense of stability that, no matter how obscured, would always eventually reveal some kind of structure to be built upon.
An idea.
A story.
An image.
Never was the same seed, but always turned out to be . . . something.
But now, there’s nothing but an empty hall, filled with ghosts and echoes of the past.
A repetitive droning, like a continuous memory loop of an out-of-focus dream.
And yet, I welcome it with complete and total abandonment, as a self-inflicted reminder to push me even farther away from a now-defunct part of my life, and closer to an abyss that holds zero certainties.
I am exactly where I want to be.
T."
Ted Mckeever
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