Anyone else fighting through their Saturn Return? This year is cyclical and I am taking advantage of the writing time. My speech is broken because I am splitting my language into two halves (three if you consider visual). What dreams?

Like clockwork, we’re nearing the end of our first lease on the studio space. This is my first political act (other than the poorly-spelled signs I made in 2017). A declarative strategy, maybe madness, building on itself through context. Re-reorganizing thoughts that had taken hold before the last era frightened us all, like a bad dream.