September has been a rough month. And it's peculiar how sometimes art can simultaneously feel like the thing which best sustains you and the thing which causes you the most personal turmoil. Is that weird?
Oh well. I've put in a lot of work to get to a place where I feel caught up. Here it is.
Of course, little of it will make sense without the context of the previous pages. Those can all be found in chronological order at The Archive