I've been very absent here, but then again - I've been absent from everything. Life, dreams, self. Everything is very much cottonwad-lined, vomit-stained marble bones and expanding flesh. I am not well. But, I am drawing. It helps me to identify with my body and mind again. It also distracts me from a range of destructive strategies which have become an all too frequently applied escape. Medication soon, hopefully. Until then there's pencil shavings and words.