Another for the gallery.

When I reflect back upon myself and my works, there are usually a few sentiments that are commonplace. “Cringe” “Actually I like that” “why was I so stupid” etc etc. another that has been popping up more and more lately, is “why am I such a gloomy person?” 

The first day at my new bakery, the head chef warned me that one of the ovens had a wonky door that liked to swing back closed behind you while you were putting things in it and so I should be careful.  Today, it got me, and I earned myself a new burn, it’ll be a decent scar. When I look at my arms and hands, I realize I’ve forgotten just how many burns and scars cover them. 

“Why do you have so many?” 

“Well, I work in a kitchen, around fire and knives” 

It’s simply a result of the environment Im in. 

 I feel in this way, so is my gloomy disposition. I have, to be fair, lived a life that would result in a lot of sadness. I often try to fight it but it always prevails, permeates, lingers. 

It’s ironic to me that I get online and say jokes to a camera as a part time job. What business do I have trying to make anyone else laugh?

I tied one yesterday, from an hdmi chord! It’s very funny to me, “guess I’ll see the devil in crisp 1080p” The end of one piece, friends and family, I don’t know; it sort of doesn’t matter any more.

Today someone confessed their feelings for me. I had to let them down and explain that, I still think often about the greatest love of my life.