I would just as soon never come out of my cave. I’m perfectly comfortable down here plotting my next move. Now that I’m back from the Underworld, I have come face to face with an empty screen. With irrepressible aspirations to exercise my inner art-star, I make preparations for my upcoming world tour. Notations in my journal. Not sure what lies beyond that idea, but the intent is everything. That’s all that’s needed in the era of the post reality. I believe, therefore i can. And will. A true boomer, I never give up.