Notes On One of My Many Deaths
“Christ was a volunteer.”
I was compiling a bunch of bullshit that I had written a while ago in order to phone in some sort of post that would remind you all of why you might be following me in the first place. But, it was taking about as much time as writing something new. It just didn’t seem worth it.
I liked the title though, so here we are.
I have a post somewhere in me today about Being Moved and what that means. I think I’m going to try to do my best and summarize what I believe is important about art (hint: connection).



