to those who don't write and don't make art, they tell them to try it when they are feeling down. let it sort your thoughts, they say. let it be a release. but to those who write and make art and try to sort our thoughts and find a release, they have nothing to say, because their remedies didn't work for us. it is dark now, a little cold, and we are so full of the wrong thing, and so empty of something we can't put our finger on.