99 Thousand Bottles of Tears on the Wall

I’ve been struggling with this, meaning this. What you’re reading. What you haven’t been reading for the last couple of weeks. I’m struggling, personally and artistically. Ha! As if I’m an artist. (I decided a few days ago that I’m an “illustrator,“ not an artist.) I’ve been wanting to write (to you), but I’ve been kind of all up in myself trying to just… survive, stay safe, sane…