it aches my heart to see a good piece of art going unappreciated. we're caught in the vastness of the void so much that we never seem to acknowledge things we should really be grateful for. its almost an obligation, a duty. like you owe it to yourself and others. but as time walked me through events and knowledge that i'm not particularly proud of, i became so numb that i wanted to fabricate the reasons for my general gratefulness toward life. because it seemed so essential for life. its almost as if i'm anxious that i should be grateful toward something but i keep missing to see it because of this fucking black screen in front of me and i blame it. the screen could be merely a fragment of my whiny little imagination or, there could really be something hindering my sight or, there could simply be nothing to be grateful for.