Today I put everything away. Everything I've been working on since February is now in a drawer. I was just so tired of working on it.

Thing is, I got lost. Now I no longer know what I'm doing. I'm just editing at this point. My original intention for the work has been increasingly diluted. Now I'm back to where I've always been. I made a new iteration of what I always do.

I'm feeling a little bit spent. Like I didn't stay focused. I have about 20 pieces, about 15 done if I died tomorrow. The other's are still in process. But I continue to work habitually.

So now what? I don't know what to do with myself.