Does anyone else have these days? You struggle for months, energy is low, your muse seems to be missing. You fall into this 'fuck it' state and just quietly wonder if you will ever find your flow again. Then, boom, everything falls into place. People ask you for help, others ask to feature you, and it's like you remember... Oh, yeah. This is what I was born to do. People say the universe is cold, meaningless, uncaring. I think, as artists, we know better. Once in a while we forget our way, and something out there slaps us in the face and says, get back to work. That book ain't gonna write itself. Yes, the universe is southern. Deal with it.