Perchance to dream
My January was quite shakespearean this year; more like a sonnet than a play, but ridden with trepidation and inconsistency. As always, I hide from real life and find [some] balance mostly in reading, the odd music playlist, and dabbling in my so-called photography. I became increasingly uninterested in politics, NFTs, Covid malarkey, and suddenly I realized I have more time for sulking on my own terms and based on my own agenda; yes, that feels much more personal, therefore somehow beneficial, if there’s any true in making progress through mediocrity. A big thank you to Diana, for playing along with me on this photo. She’s the Queen.
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