There has been a dearth of posts on this godforsaken site since the summer and since I’m the one responsible, it’s time to come clean: I’m not very good at blogging. It’s unwieldy, time-consuming bullshit.
No, I don’t fully mean that, but it does require thought and time to type, two things that have been a scarce commodity this past year. I’ll avoid the self-indulgent ritual of listing the day-to-day obstacles that impede both my creative endeavors and the documentation of those same endeavors, but a lot has gone down this year. I’m aware that’s worded with ominous, bass-heavy undertones but the majority of the distractions have been fun. An anxious, turbulent kind of fun, but fun nonetheless.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from the Hudson River School, it’s the profound irrelevance of a church when you can always find a cliff in the Catskills.