.... A little while ago I was looking around digital art sites for a specific image to go with a story I'm writing. I finally stumbled across a great site that had if not the exact image then at least the style I was looking for. I dug deeper and decided to get in touch with the artist to propose a collaboration but instead of finding her email address I find that she died just a week ago. 23 years old. I just spent the last hour reading through her boyfriend's website, his blog and all the posts left by their friends. Harrowing stuff. When I get back from traveling in March I'll contact her boyfriend and ask permission to use one of her images in the story. If I believed in God I'd want to kick him in the balls right about now. As it is I think I'll just go to bed and hold onto Jess until the darkness passes. Fucking stupid reality we live in. Mike is blogging to: nothing