It’s exciting, and it’s scary. It makes you feel as in front of an ocean of opportunities, and it makes you feel drowned. It’s about the capital letter and the period; the fairies, the monsters and the heroes in between. It’s about your congested paranoias and how the hindrances of your fingers confront you.
It’s always a second away from eternity, hanging on a fleeting movement of a muse.
Period.
