Fuck that! This is a look into my head; what it's like, the things unsaid. It is not a political statement about the deteriorating state of the world. The world will go the way of the hand basket because 7 billion odd people are goading it on. I'm just trying to figure out how to deal with the inevitable crash of 7 billion people perpetuating trash.
Saturday, 19 September 2020
hogwash
My art espouses the paradoxically preeminent conundrum that art is simultaneously an expression and a critiqie of... *record scratch*
Thursday, 17 September 2020
in absentia
I'm alone, but my heart feels like it's in deep conversation with another. I have this nagging feeling that I could turn around and see them standing there; my company in absentia.
Maybe it's the music.
Maybe the melody is one I have grown so familiar with, it feels like an old friend, talking to me. Telling me, "you're not alone. Never really."
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