I feel like I've been plied with rhohypnol and led into a dark alley, mugged and woken up in some hellish version of Silent Hill.

Who am I? What was I writing?

How do I even pick up where I was up to?

I'm in a bit of a hole really. I want to write, but I feel like what I'm currently writing in my solos is an unadulterated bag of shit.

Maybe I should strip back those solos and do some new shit.