I’m having a thorough art block right now, like I solidly hate everything I draw and a small part of me is filled with the existential dread that I need to be good at art because if I’m not good at art then I truly have nothing left and I’m not prepared to live a life of mediocrity and plain faced satiety in the face of an ever advancing capitalist system and my escapism has done me no favours in preparing me for this or for life as an independent person