2016 has been the year of pointlessness. Political, fiscal, environmental, social, interstellar pointlessness. Coincidentally, it has been my most artistically productive year. I have taken some amazingly serendipitous photographs; i have drawn, knitted, skated, cooked, performed, and recorded, all for no grand purpose, no monetary reward. I have reconnected with old friends, made new friends, insulted people with kindness, given pleasure through public displays of misery, suffered reflexive criticism, been given false credit, made money, lost money, made noise, remained silent, cried, laughed, smiled, frowned, used semicolons in an inappropriate manner; none of which matters.
I believe that everything we do is inherantly selfish, for good or for bad. I, personally, strive to take as little as possible, to be indebted to noone, so that i may have as much time as possible to revel in the joy of pointless action. My life burdens noone, and therefore i am happy...
