Life is not about the number of breaths you take. It is about the number of times you go to breathe, forget how, & end up nearly choking to death in public.
Artists are useless. Not art. Not those who create it. “Artists”. With a capital “A”.
To me, creative work is really work. Its object isn’t praise, and the act of doing it is it’s own reward. Art is movement, transformation.
Failure is funny. Yes, funny. Both in a ha-ha schadenfreude sense, and in the way we has humans relate to it.
You won’t read this whole post.
Everything I have to say, I had better say it in the first 160 characters or less.
Because if you were born in the 80s or 90s, you’re likely not to read the rest.