The title card says what's building up. I'm watching everything from the outside crumble, and people pretending nothing happened. I'm watching entire demographics split themselves apart, to find comfort in their own 'group', only to feel ostrasized even more because they then have tiers of how you 'fit in' or 'pass'. I lost potentially the best life partner I had to 'this' and their 'identity.' and how they tied everything to it. I picked up drawing and quickly moved to digital because I always loved coloring. I'm in my 30's and I don't have a career, but I have some form of income. Diagnosed with PTSD, MDD, and GAD. I don't know how to tell people that when I finally speak up on something its beyond how I genuinely feel. I'm feeling more then lost. I'm meeting people in new communities that have the gratefulness for what they have up to the worth of about a peanut. I'm watching people grow to only want parasocial. I feel so displaced as the world loses its own identity. I miss art.