Something about this almost feels right. It wasn't like this always—not at least for the last hour. I was free then. Unsure of myself. Unsure what to write. Unsure if I will ever write again. With every minute, the surety of my failure felt more and more complete. But here we are. My securing myself … Continue reading Agony and Ecstacy

Dear Vincent, You never saw a starry night, did you? You saw something else. Only you could see that way. So deeply, so ignorantly, so entirely. So universally. I have written about several things, Vincent. Many many things. All stuff I have struggled with, but none that actually mattered. In fact, writing became a great … Continue reading The great fire

Iamusedtohittingthespacebaraftereverywordsothisisweird. w h a t i f I w r o t e vertically? IjustfigureditseaseiertowritenormallyfirstandthentakeoutthespacesandpunctuationlaterIamanartistafterall.                             Am I                                                 … Continue reading The history of art in five minutes