The reality has set in that Project Machinations of Eden is a failure, three years and absolutely zero progress. No fans, no support, no following of any kind. I regret even starting the project; if I hadn't, I wouldn't be falling destitute, and I wouldn't know what it's like for a dream to shatter spectacularly. It wouldn't be a leap to assume that I'm not a big fan of living right now, and that's because all my efforts were futile. and that's what I think of life now. Futile.
