It has been, obviously, a single thing. At the very moment I think it, it's like trying to force it out thereafter.
I say to myself, "this is too fucking easy, there's no way what I'm doing here is art."
And then it all comes crashing down. Every time.
It's like I reach these mountain peaks and look around myself, and then tumble down the other side having not yet found enlightenment.
I say to myself, "this is too fucking easy, there's no way what I'm doing here is art."
And then it all comes crashing down. Every time.
It's like I reach these mountain peaks and look around myself, and then tumble down the other side having not yet found enlightenment.