The Eternal Struggle
WOW! That was a hell of a struggle, not for just Lamprey, but for me to let my hand and mind create. I hope that I have not lost the ability to create as I have gone through, what seemed like an indefinite funk. I have finally broke the strain of the blank screen and placed pixel to pixel. Even with a new toy, the more I thought about it, the more difficult it became. Is this an analogy of my time of pain and anguish? Perhaps. Or maybe it’s just a story about a potty.
On the subject at hand, you know you have done it. Whether it be the last piece of paper on the roll, or the ounce of milk in the carton, or the cereal dust in the box, we are all secretly monsters.