Creative burnout, but make it content.

A cry for help, disguised as a marketing strategy, disguised as a cry for help.

I’m stuck in this weird place. A meta place. And the meta of it all is that it’s in a place called META. Fuck me. I haven’t had a psychedelic trip in a while (too long!), but I am reminded of some of the more difficult trips I’ve had—where I keep looping over and over and over, knowing I’m the only one who can get myself out of it.

It’s brutal.

What I really need, without sounding hyperbolic, is for someone to come to my house and chop both my hands off so I can’t pick up my phone anymore. Any takers?