And so it begins.

Ironically, the very medium that has been the festering sore of internal frustration has become the key to my own liberation.

Today is the culmination of something novel: the entryway to all things I deemed tangible and significant was ultimately inhibiting.

Almost every morsel of inspiration I’d taken ahold of had already been another person’s—used goods. What is the value of my innovation without beginning from one’s own blank canvas?

Commentary is not enough. I desire a more consequential discourse—one that is no longer involved in “critique” veiled by aesthetic aspirations. I do not crave that sort of affirmation. Why critique when the capacity to create is ever looming?

Witness, experience, be a part of my growth. Learn with me. Challenge me. Hear me.

Today is the start of something novel.

“Coming Soon…”

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