2011 seems to be the year of my quarter life crisis… How long can one go on being a creative urchin with not a penny to your name? How long can one keep a sane head space when there is no routine or consistency whatsoever? How do you apply your skills to something may benefit your future when your skills are mainly airy-fairy creative bollocks?
I need to search my soul but it’s too fucking hard in a city like this.
Oh the road.. the road is so filled with potholes.