(no subject)
It becomes the only motive of my art. It becomes my truth, for I have produced an impression claiming that I am more than thought and matter.
Absolute answers are never provided. Who are we to claim the boundaries between reality and fantasy. On which end of the scale does our existance reside?
Complexity can be a bitch
I feel my head splitting
Absolute answers are never provided. Who are we to claim the boundaries between reality and fantasy. On which end of the scale does our existance reside?
Complexity can be a bitch
I feel my head splitting