I looked back over all of my recent photographs this afternoon. Sod's law that as my degree is finishing, I am really losing sight of the point again. All I see on tumblrs and image boards is a constant stream of pretty pictures, the same throwaway things over and over, and I wonder if this is all I'm doing now? Funny how it all seems so clear and worthwhile when I'm unwell. I think the well and contented me doesn't understand the sick and miserable me. I wonder what I'd be making art for if I had never had this disease to give my art its only function.