In Which the fog of the terrain is present and the birds scream confusely
Good morning, dear friend, reader of the present post! How are you today, sir and madame? How is the weather? Here, glorious winter, the one of 2026, makes itself known more and more and more, and I urge it to come faster and to FREEZE the land. Oh eternal bliss of the cold winds and the heavy rains, how I love it, so much! And I am okay... I think. Just a bit 6 out of 10 these days, as a rough estimate. At times, 5 out of 10, at times almost a 7. But under the weather nonetheless. I always feel frustrated when I cannot write, or draw, and yet because this is a hobby, it would not be fair to treat it as my main trade. I went on this direction before and it is not a profitable approach. God knows what I will do for a living, but likely it won't be hard drawing or hard writing, not as a main avenue. After some days of writer's block, I did have some thoughts that I wanted to share AND that I know how. Finally a positive alignment on that field! It promises to be a long post, so i...
