Lost My Imagination

Sometimes it happens to the best of us, in this case...the worst. There are moments of lucidity, which invariably give sway to the utter lack of appreciation I have for being in the non-biblical, non-linear sense of the word. I guess what I am saying is that I am desperately trying not to remember who I am, but whom I aspired to be not so long ago. Futility can be resistant, too, you know...

I did this painting yesterday, before I heard the news. I think this qualifies as prophecy:



Okay, it's nostalgia, not prophecy... Still... It makes me think.