It might seem odd to share this with everyone who supports me, but…
Lately, even when I receive large corporate projects, I’ve been turning them down more often, explaining that I can’t take a prosocial stance on social media—especially given its unpredictable reactions.
Since dropping out of high school, I’ve never intended to live a “proper” life. Art education, Adobe’s student discounts, and jobs with unmanageable responsibilities have never been for me.
I feel that in the year before last and last year, I was somewhat more prosocial. In hindsight, that might have been the peak of a manic phase. Now, I’m the opposite—every day I reflect on existential issues and think about death.
Yet, I fear death as well. I believe the world ceases to exist after I die. To me, the world is nothing more than an image on my retina. Even knowing that, imagining a post-death world—a world where someone mourns my corpse—makes my legs weak.
There are many joyful moments too. Recently, I visited an aquarium with an artist friend. It was a somewhat unusual aquarium, featuring brightly lit tanks under sunlight that displayed fish such as sardines and mackerel, as well as washed-up trash.
From opening to closing, we were so captivated by the fish, the trash, and old paintings related to fishing that we couldn’t see everything.
She is a friend with whom I go on sketching trips to the sea several times a year. While we were peering at small freshwater fish together, I noticed that I found comfort in the scent of her clothes—something I had never felt before. On our way home, we went to a seafood restaurant and ate crab together. It was delicious.
P.S.
I am concerned about the state of the world. Perhaps my melancholy is due to that, too.
K MI
2025-03-24 00:05:09 +0000 UTCBrantly McCord
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