...and since I am not in the right frame of mind to muster any music, you probably may have seen me churn out quite a few pieces this month. Depression and fear for my life and liberty have brought out a lot of these pieces -- I found drawing quite therapeutic, and at least it could help me get some practice, I felt.

But this has to stop. One side effect of this is that it gets difficult for me to breathe.

The room in which I'm typing this stinks of marker fumes. Seán, whose breathing isn't great, informs me first about how bad the air in the room has become. Then, a little while later, I feel the effects. My head aches and my chest is tight, but I'm a stubborn sod -- I just can't stop until it gets too unbearable, or if I feel I've done enough. I tend to bend over when I'm drawing, too, and that causes my entire body to ache.

I have one last drawing to post, and that'll probably be posted online in the next few days. After that, I'm taking a break from drawing altogether... for a while.

This last drawing I've got going (for now, of course) is very special to me, given what I'm going through. It's very special to anyone who stands for the freedom of speech, and the freedom to walk the streets without an inane fear of saying the wrong thing. I look forward to finishing it, and I hope you all may anticipate it as much as I do.

I also am aware that talking about my current status is going to make me lose friends, rather than gain any. Frankly, I couldn't care less. I'm sick and tired of hiding my fears over my life and liberty, even though I know the vast majority of people probably aren't going to lift a finger to help. I am sick and tired.