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One of the strange things about depression is it’s ability to carve out huge chasms from your memory.
It warps perception; you must often go back and carefully reconstruct how your life has actually unfolded. In the process, you rappel down into these chasms and bring back up to the light items and memories depression has cast down into the midden.
After I came out of a pretty bad period of depression a few years ago, I found this poem on my computer. I think I recorded it in 2006. I listened to it, as though for the first time. I could not remember writing the poem, or recording it. I was struck by hearing my own voice. I also thought that the poem was pretty good.
I saw this sign next to an apartment complex playground. A hint at how humanity is formed through the kindness of strangers helping each other.
Meditate://VOID - © S.Wilson - 2014
The grand overlord of Backlit Magazine, Brandon Duncan, recently conducted an interview with me about my work and asked me to contribute artwork to their third issue, which you can see above. Along with the interview are articles about Stella Natura, Seidr, Time Lord, and so on and so forth. Go and check it out in all of its glory here.
When you have the whole bathroom to yourself and you are just taking your time scrolling through Tumblr and someone comes in and takes the stall next to you.
Oh Christ, It’s This Asshole Again
“True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers, and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one’s life.”— James Baldwin