I'd like to begin this news post with an announcement that the picture above is a remake of this image. Regardless of where this is going, this is a drawing of something that I hold very special to me. It is catharsis, considering my past. The details are largely missing, but I do intend to put them in.
The title of this post comes from George Orwell's 1984. Part of this title will figure on the blank signpost in this drawing, possibly in a language other than English, for heightened effect.
With 20 hours to go and only £5,900+ raised, the Kickstarter for Song of the Firefly is bound to fail, unless a miracle happens with the funding. At any rate, I do not blame anyone for this. Instead, I want to thank those of you who were able to fund this thing, even if it was a little bit. Every little bit did help us, in that it gave us a slight glimmer of hope.
It's understandable that funds will likely not go there because right now, there are more life-threatening causes, one of which we knew about just the day before yesterday. But there are other things which I do not yet know about.
I am gutted, yes. Don't worry, I'm used to failure. It's become a certainty for me.