I feel like every year I burrow further into life, everything accelerates faster and faster, becoming more complex and confusing (and sometimes feeling so dark and serious). I feel like I’m always playing catch up with things that have happened, processing them weeks to months to years after they’ve occurred, or only fully appreciating a moment long after it’s passed. My best art and thinking has been when i was alone in the middle of the night , with no noise or anything around to distract me.I’ve been really into sitting and marinating in a quiet moment (going on a hike, looking out my apartment window in silence at night, journaling, reading an engrossing book, drawing) and attempting to detach myself from the small details and my day to day worries.
