11/6/23
Scanning every recess and wrinkle of my brain in an attempt to find anything that'll afford me the chance to make some money, or at least personal meaning, I draw a blank. I've been putting off starting this blog mostly because I didn't have anything to say and I didn't read in any capacity that would stimulate interesting discourse. Whatever stasis I was gripped by proved itself to be transient as I continue to evolve through other creative methods such as music and art; two mediums that I have experienced some notable improvement in. Perhaps I'll attach some clips and images after I establish the aesthetics of this page.
Although my main passion is music, it is unlikely that I will experience the success necessary to sustain myself financially and I have no ambitions of becoming a pop star. And so I return to writing. I have some ideas about conducting some independent journalism.

12/6/23
The clothes make the man.
Light dances off the rear-view mirror as I adjust the frame to reveal the present author staring back through the yellow lenses of golden-framed aviators. I'm wearing a western shirt, crimson, with white lace embroidered around the neckline and halfway unbuttoned to show the white tank underneath. Moving down, I don flared jeans, and rather than comfortable driving shoes, a snakeskin cowboy boot. In place of a stirrup, the metal grille of the accelerator pedal.
I'm only going to the shops
...but the clothes make the man.
I was talking to [REDACTED] about how expensive clothes seem to have gotten in recent years. If you want anything of decent quality, it'll set you back close enough to a hundred. By decent I mean something that'll last you a few months before the sloppy, stitched-by-slaves seams start to unravel while the fabric between your thighs disintegrates with every chafed step. Soon enough not only can you be accused of 'man spreading' on public transport, but prosecuted for indecent exposure too as the structural integrity of your pants leaves the unmentionables hanging in the proverbial wind. Or so I'd imagine.
Rather than pure cotton, we get cotton blend. Real leather is unethical, take this cheaper vegan leather. I know hemp stinks but it's so much more sustainable! Companies align themselves with liberal values as an attempt to appear socially conscious, while profiting off the near slave labour offered in countries like Cambodia and China. Who gives a shit if the left raise taxes? We're headquartered in Ireland.
Besides, I don't care about all that. I just want a quality garment.
I suppose age makes shoulder shruggers of us all.