All things began in ice.

I experienced a certain crisis of self many years back and, with a total lacking of any support structure, I fell to pieces. It was a quiet sort of shattering; I set aside my drawing, my writing, and my music and just went numb. No one noticed. There was no one to notice. This has been my existence for the past 15 years.

I have become particularly adept at surviving but lousy at living.

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