“Pieces of man / I’m learning the hard way what I am”

Every day seems to get a little better. Hard work is paying off, accomplishments are piling up, little victories are being recorded in the footnotes.

And I feel nothing.

Success is never easy on me; any type of achievement is met with a depressive dip in effort and decline in productivity. Nothing life can offer me seems to pull me from this funk. It seems the more I have, the less I want.

The movie I spent 5% of my life working on is streaming on Amazon now.

I wrote a new script for a short film. I’d like to make it but I don’t know anyone here who works on that sort of thing.

I always seem to want to be doing whatever I’m not.