Hallowe'en again

That time has come again. Grey clouds hang across the welkin and old spirits stir. Again I've let myself be cast into the gulf. Sitting here, finishing my last beer and trying to paint, I'm caught reflecting on recent history and tearing myself apart. I still don't know what the outcome of all this will be. I guess no one ever really does.

I finished this one this morning. It's terrible in ways I hope no one notices. It'll probably be the third to last when the thing is complete. A waiting game that never ends, while the order meets cataclysm outside.

I've finished another except for the ink, which I'll set myself to now. Happy Hallowe'en all. I hope yours has involved more merriment than mine has.