The past few months have made one thing consistently clear: building websites is the easy part; putting content into them, a-whole-nother story. I figured my obsession with so many things would just make me primed to splatter creativity all over the screen, but instead I’ve just stared blankly at it. So void of ideas that I could count the fibers of the canvas (or in this case pixels on the screen).

It’s already getting half way through the decade and half way through my twenties. While I’m more than comfortable where I am and with where I’m heading (assumptively), there’s still a part of me that continues to feel like that’s not enough- like it’s never enough. Sure, part of that is to be expected: the quarter-life crisis is essentially a staple of really becoming an adult, but it feels like I’ve had that emptiness since even before starting college. Maybe not emptiness; more so, absence.