I’m at 5% battery life. What a world we live in, where my thoughts must be constrained to what remains of electrical power in a handheld device.
Before my phone dramatically passes away, let me offer a conundrum: If artists everywhere proclaim that love is the answer, why are so many artists alone and unhappy?
One suggestion could be that the only way that artist can find such inspiration is to be subjected to such heartache that they are at once in despair for such an event and overcome with inspiration to continue their art.
I used to think it romantic to hold another as my inspiration. Now, I wouldn’t wish such a thing on my enemies.
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