For some reason I find myself coming back here every month to fill in the empty pages of the past (more for memory's sake than anything else) but never got down to doing. Another year flies by as I ponder about the significant events spanning the year that'll (hopefully) allow me to declare these 12 months well spent in the least, fulfilling at best. That said, I was re-opening dead tabs on my Safari web browser when I found a link to Serious Drawings. To take oneself seriously one needs the time to let go and laugh. Perhaps seriousness staves off life in itself - makes it lacklustre to the extent of wastedness. Then again conformity wraps its tangly veins around the ideals of stability (which we lavish at every opportunity, more often than not). So at the end of the day, is it really our fault that our lives end up stagnating to the humdrum stereotypes, the same shrivelled structure we distance ourselves from to make ourselves - perhaps the way we would like to see it - a little more different?

Honestly, these nebulous lines seem to be forming circles. Or is it just in my head?

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