I realized that there may never come a reckoning that equated to a clean or true do-over. And what was it I wanted to break from? Was it the past, was it a worn and outdated mode of self that had calcified into my grotesque twin, a mummified incarnation that was more shadow than light? Was it reality itself that I wanted to break away from? Or was it a whole charade and shit show of illusions that I longed to escape in hopes of reacclimating to the truer deeper reality that existed omnipresently beneath the veneer?
I always told myself: No matter what, keep recording. Like an angel with a devil on his shoulder. Or vice versa.