Decline. In every way.

Every creative person hits a wall at some point, and, well, my turn seems to have come early.
My work? It still sucks. Stinks! No hope of improvement in sight.

Okay, fine, maybe it’s not that bad.
But honestly, I can’t feel proud of anything I create right now.

Back when I was just doodling for fun, I could whip up a silly sketch in 30 minutes.
Now? It’s an endless parade of undo-undo-undo, dragging out a single piece for three hours.

How do I even describe it?
My heart’s still on fire, but my mind feels stuck—like the unyielding dining table of the Preston family—and my eyes feel like they’re swimming through jelly.

I mean, think about it. The great explorers of the past discovered entire continents without a navigation system. The great artists painted masterpieces on ceilings without an undo button.
Incredible, right?
But let’s be honest—they were all probably young…

Still, as a tiny piece of the human race in the modern age, I refuse to let my age win. With pen in hand, let’s keep creating!