It's sick.

People...

... are so fucking selfish. They're getting worse. Even friends shit on each other. It makes me sick to my stomach.

Work

My day ends when I wake up in the morning.

Music has come to mean very little to me. I have little doubt that if I was first introduced to music today it would not become a passion of mine. My satisfaction is now derived from conceptualising what purpose a piece should have and fulfilling that purpose.

Experiencing sober emotion from music is now alien to me. Music to me has become art for its sake. It’s an empty enterprise which reflects my attempts to actualise the self I’m convinced exists somewhere in my psyche. I’ve been attempting to be this ‘better’ me for so long that, now, neither selves exist, and I am some sort of non entity casting empty thoughts into the world.
Music continues to be that which I am most passionate about.
I make music in the hope that it might make me comfortable with being nothing, probably.