GTA VI (trailer 1)
At last (and dig the Tom Petty deep cut)…
Update: I'd do well to remember that those awful first workblocks of the morning more often than not herald excellent second workblocks – especially once I get my head out of my ass.
Hoping that the lack of any creative / work impulse, drive, or ethic is nothing more than a byproduct of perpetual mental interruption of the albatross-gauntlet of the emptying of my grandfather's house and the exhausting hell of the last several months, but mornings like this one make me question whether that's all there is to it.
Taken to calling the thing I'm fiddling about with "an exercise in frenetic minimalism": while I haven't a clue what that means (beyond a phrase that sort of defines itself), I do like the sound of it.
