One month at a time

How music effects our lives, so interesting.
Then, add some art or illustration to it, and it becomes like amniotic fluid and surrounds us like a cozy sleeping spot or a suffocating bob for apples type experience. And it comes out of no where.

I think a lot. Possibly too much. And when left with my own devises, I become unmanageable.

I am consumed with worry about money. Not just having it but also getting it and keeping it and spending it. I hate money. It is the cause of so much worry.

This is my curse. I don't want Babylon, I want to live peacefully without need, and yet the needless actually need the most.