Artsreject
I'm everyone I have been and a tree upon my grave but for some levity and light I am a soulful walking slave and piously will I self-loathe and love thee for our cave, this camera's cavernous recall my burning empire deduced to fall. King or knave? I'm an ex-theatre student redefining his path in life and I can't say what it is I do now, only give you my name. For many this isn't good enough now but I don't care. I'm financially stable, I have enough food on the table, I have enough distractions for a lifetime. Do I really care about much anymore? I am not a complete moral nihilist. I do care, about people. About you, through the universal acceptance that is my lens to the world. But to be honest I don't see anything truly changing from whatever we do here. We're a colony of parasites on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam in an infinity of expansiveness. That is God. But we can change our lives in the incredibly limited perception we are granted. I'm ranting now and have been for