Kinda depressing to realize I have left the house thrice since the start of the year, mostly to the grocery store and one time with my mom.
Stuck in suburbia, no car, bike got stolen last year, practically non-existent public transportation - no wonder my brain is rotting like a crate of apples in a sunken ship.
I'm grateful to be able to work from home and for the online friends and loved ones keeping me sane, but damn I really do need to go to that printmaking conference