you are not me
the antlers and girls
here we have everyone having nothing that feels like everything all of the time (with a few people positively having everything they need and being okay)
sometimes i just want to be a guy who eats kimchi and eggs on a dreary monday morning, drinking pour-over coffee (highwire - batak, sumatra), listening to progressive pagan folk music (lunatic soul - through shaded woods) - contemplating microdosing psilocybin before cleaning my house
the curse of identity
products and advertising
the pearls before swine
what are we participating in?
it is not good to relish your own identity fueled neurosis for the sake of creation.
that creation will include your damage, and it will damage others.
this is not art, it’s violence, projected through psychic channels.
learn to heal and create from that.
it’s the responsibility of artists to know how they are affecting others.
yet we must never censor reality, or stop those from working through their damage, because how else will we overcome anything if we cannot understand the pain in others, opening the doors for pure cathartic honesty to be shared?
consumers must discern those who are actively working through versus those who have decided to live in hell.
do things slowly
your perception of your body
is equally as important
as your actual body
fall