So incredibly sad all the time about the state of the world.

So incredibly sad all the time about the state of the world. Nature and human societal psyche. Grief, grief is an ocean and the water rises every day. Every morning I use art as means to find a higher ground, lest I drown in the dark waters of apathy and lose connection to meaning and my own humanity.

And by afternoon I am ready to scream my rage at the smarmy psychopaths who enjoy all this and relish it visibly.

And on and on it goes.