the last element of the picture is,,, the coral background.

originally i wanted it to be guts or brains or skulls... but i couldnt make it work.

i just think it looks neat, and when i coloured it i was reminded of an artist i like. james fenner's art is cool and inspiring

the ring of blood is dripping (rather, falling so quickly that it is stripped of some drops).

the stress that drove to to draw this, i hurt myself for it. i relapsed from being clean for a long time. i think you can put together what that means. it is centered at my waist; thats where i did it.

i take up an immense, burdensome space, but i am mostly nothing. i reach out to a fellow adam to give him what is left of my potential. he retains his choice to not accept, so his hand remains relaxed. he could reach out at any time, and i will be there, waiting for him. he has no stars while i do.

in exchange for wisdom, i lost my choice, but i still tried to bestow it on others. thats why i recline like adam, but outstretch my finger like god.

it is hard to see as i hid it so well, but the placement of flames and clouds is reversed from where it should be. i am not floating, but falling.

theres a lot of strange symbolism.
between intense stress #1 and intense stress #2, I briefly became god. in an instant, i was everywhere and everything, and nothing. i was stretched far too thin.

i havent really lost their friend or anything. instead all i lost was myself. this isnt me. its not because of who that message might endanger or who that would upset. i dont care about that. i cant afford to lose myself to a choice as stupid as this.

well, i was going to do this but i realise i shouldnt. its not my place. not to mention that its really painful. these last few weeks, with this week alone, i havent been myself. its not right. i cant say it, i cant do it.

I know this commissioner looks at my bluesky from time to time. You know who you are. Sorry if this picture is taking me forever just to start on it.