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Strange days have tracked us down.
Years of oblivion and feeling unwell.
A few years of hope and a vain belief in the chance of success.
Now back to oblivion.
But my health has improved. From about the end of 2015 after finishing my degree I became really unwell again. I've been so down. My hands were covered in deep cracks so I could hardly draw and my stomach was constantly messed up.
In the last couple of months I've been on a ridiculous eating program. Everything is fresh - fruit, vegetables and wild-caught fish. And most of my problems have cleared up.
No one knows what was wrong with me all those years. I probably never will know, but I've learned how to make myself well...ish.
There are loads of art projects I'd like to do but currently I don't have time. I haven't done anything really in a couple of years. Except an excellent large drawing of Syd Barrett titled "O King of Chaos".
Turned 50 last week. It felt crazy but really I'm happy I made it cos I didn't think I would. I'm just sad that I haven't achieved what I wanted to. Still time, maybe.
The world is insane. What little freedom we had is being stripped away. Even the most basic things that we've enjoyed for hundreds of thousands of years, such as gathering together, are now verboten. The british government passed the most oppressive law in our nation's history and there was nothing in the media. No mention of civil liberties. Nothing. The weird thing is, most people don't see it. And I'm constantly asking myself, "am I insane?" I've seen things I never thought I'd see in England. I watched a large black-uniformed man in a police costume order a young couple to leave. They were sat miles from anyone under a tree in the middle of nowhere. That chilled me to the bone. But 99% of my friends think it's all just normal and necessary.
It's all very sad. But I'm doing my little bit.