"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curioius volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. [...] [...] Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore' [...]"


Hi. If you were wondering, I still exist here somewhere even if I've played the dead (and I still do).

School has finished, I have three months to rest. I hope I will find some time to dedicate to the Art, because I ignored it a bit too much.

I was paying attention to some philosophy during these last two months. I admit, it threw me into confusion.
Yes, confusion. Chaos reigns in my mind. I feel like Dante Alighieri lost in his Dark Wood...


I think all deviants, all my friends here are getting used to my absence. Whether it bothers, i'm sorry (I know it doesn't).

Goodbye.