Maybe someday I will feel inspired to write about my ideas or even open up Fruity Loops with my guitar and keyboard and make music again. But for how things are now, I think not. I am aware what I write or play wouldn't be prefect, but isn't that part of it. What makes artistic expression meaningful is each person's imperfections, each one of us has our way of communicating. And for every person that puts themselves out there hundreds more are there to shout them down. I am not interested in doing this anymore. The last time I liked doing this was when I was on Myspace. It seems like the algorithms have siloed us all off and I was missed by the combine harvester all together, not in any silo. But don't be sad for me. From my view I can see you all, contained and agitated from below by the grain fan that is supposedly to keep you from spoiling, but which keeps you in a cloud of your own dust, ready to explode at the slightest sp...