It drinks like boiling whisky, depressing and introspective. time is the gaping maw we foolishly run from. yearning to be devoured in the hope of finality is relatable, though the concept of finality is likely flawed. this isn't deluded hope of a wonderful afterlife. my reasoning is, that if you hope for it (finality) it will likely be denied. in the same token the things we don't want are often the things we need. idk just some thoughts. loved the art as always