February 23, 2021
There you are, when you’re doing what you’re doing, they, you, and I, communicating with each other, sharing the luxury of being. We must condone being normal when it comes to life as the experience of art, and then, believing it to be a work of art with a strong sense of beauty, to find an outlet for expression that cannot always feel on a personal level. We are, anyway, free to put into words what we know this personal experience already knows. There is a certain scale-ability that it is assumed, when you are in bed, that you feel necessary, an important definition of the meaning of life. To have repose, complexity, and reflection in that way is important when, in the middle of the night, the heart races, writing to a friend only a little less than you feel.