Show was fun but very non-cathartic, made some theremin-like noises with the fine tuning dial of a shortwave, sweet young kid there with his violin, newly arrived to the area, looking for people to play with, wants to do Celtic metal, apparently.

Building elaborate imaginary mandalas devoted to the depiction of suffering, feel as though I'm trying to work myself up to action of some kind, unlikely anything will come of it, of course, I've no idea what to do. Feeling greater sympathy for people's sudden religious conversions, not really an option for me, but for once that seems a bit unfortunate.

Wishing I could shrink away into nothing by an act of pure will, disappearing with a faint pop.

>pop<