The beginning of the end

Staring at this blank page, I suppose I should just stop being cryptic and just say it.

This is the beginning of the end for t-storm.

I'll continue to update it from time to time until "The End," but know that this site hasn't got the full focus of my attention, and hasn't for a long time.

Is this the end of my often random, uncomfortable, or pointless entries? In a sense, yes.

But I suppose I should also stop being cryptic about what comes afterwards either.

It's still a long way off, but I'm working on a concept for a multimedia project/site/experience. It's going to be the end-game evolution of everything I've tried to achieve, media-wise.

Words, pictures, music. Movies.

It's going to be the new means of telling a story. But I need the story, I need the space, and most of all, I need to finish the design.

Everything that I've done creatively has fallen into a black hole for the last three years. I've followed it, and what comes out over the next few months will be product of that descent.

Until then...

Yes

Can't read it

Moments of insecurity.

I'd love for my family to look at me and see something to be proud of. I've taken courses and grown from a kid, but what do I have to show for it? Nothing.

I'm working retail. It's a job, but hardly one now. The economic decline, that great catch-all excuse for everything, has almost put me on the street. Two more weeks to see, and then it'll be time to decide to stay or go.

It's a shame that this moment didn't come two weeks ago, or else there'd be a wedding for me to attend.

This is a disaster in slow motion. Perhaps soon I'll just quit. Quit. Quit. Quit. And travel. Hit the road. Throw my phone into a ditch (first thing it'll be good for besides a paper-weight), and just disappear for a few weeks. Or months. The whole summer, maybe.

I'd muse if anyone would even notice, but I already know the answer.

No. No they wouldn't. And I wouldn't care much either.