Imperfect, Thou Trump Dormant

Life is hard sometimes, and it gets harder when you are afraid of imaginary things. Paralysis sets in, and atrophy follows—stagnation—creativity decay. Sometimes we just need to like ourselves the way we are when we're doing the best we can. I'm reaching a point where I want to stop fighting censorship and start letting my mistakes do the best work for me. Sometimes I just like the flukes better anyway. It's time to fall head over heels in love with The Unknown.

Some quick snapshots of recent ZSO-life: