Big Rona in My Neighborhood…

Hey folks, the snow-globe has been shook! There’s not much difference to my daily life, except now it isn’t a Choice to stay inside.

Right as I quit my job, the C/orona virus spreads to my county and town. The cases are increasing and how it truly affects the whole country has yet to be seen. We have reached the point in the progression where everyone has more somber attitudes rather than the fake cheery, the oblivious, or the deniers.

I’ve begun building the portfolio. I believe art can help in trying times, now I just have to actually give it a shot. Gestures in the works, small images, even a pencil comic. It’s happening.

I have more job leads, and more clarity than ever. Now, I have to work up the drive, the same way it’s always done. Going in head first and stay running as long as you can..!


This was dated March 27 or so. It is now August. It has been more than 4 months. God I am tired.

People still refuse to wear masks. It’s become a polarizing an completely ridiculous spectacle and everywhere else in the world people can cooperate except Am.erica. People are in poor and mean spirits, at least those who ally themselves to a particular cause have a sense of pick-me-up. Yes event the liberal ones. Yes it doesn’t matter too much about which side people are on, because the sides are fake.

Ideals are co-opted by people with bigoted, biased, underlying insecurities, and people are becoming more adverse to anything that prolongs the current state of suffering.

This sucks. It’s been a depression like no other. Art hard. I’ve never quite felt this low or like I’ve lost such a large period of my life to the complete folly of other people.

It was space in the beginning. Now it’s a vacuum.