Over time, the tides come further and further apart. But when the waves crash, they still crash just as hard.
But if you’re here, then you must surely have an affection for them.
Here, you’ll find a lot of words, and not much else. This place is a place for Ziggy to share his work. A little piece of the artist is always left behind in the art – this is a place to connect and reflect.
Think of it as a rudimentary form of telepathy – a way for you and the artist to communicate. Words can heal; words can hurt. Words are tricky things; they play tricky games.
But if you’re here, then you should have a seat at the very least. The conversation has to start somewhere.
New Thoughts from the Void
For better or for worse, the void is always here.
I wish I’d been there. Nothing will ever take that reget away… But I know you’d slap me for it.
Is this a “2022 in Review”…? More or less. I sat down and this is what came out.
Hurt people hurt; healed people heal. It takes time to heal.
I’ve learned that I wouldn’t trade my ADHD in for all the second chances in the world.
It seems, if anything, you’d be less certain after everything you’ve ever learned.
Ziggy asked me to pass these along too. He mumbled something about “tickled fancies” then wandered off into the bushes.
The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep…
Choose a path.
OR DIP INTO THE NEWSLETTER ARCHIVES
Ziggy calls it “screaming into the void”: therapy meets telepathy meets you. Others might call it an electronic newsletter. Whatever you do, just don’t call it ‘Shirley’.
Ziggy hates that.