Journal 1925 March 18, 7:30 PM Work here is dull, but I am trying to pick up some work on the side. There are no opportunities for real art here, and it is very discouraging. I feel like I have lost my touch, that I can't create anything of value anymore. It's a terrible feeling. But I must keep going. I can't give up now. Not when I'm so close to making something truly great. I've been working on a new piece, and it feels different this time. More alive, more vibrant. Maybe it will be the one that changes everything. I just need to believe in myself again. That's all.