Oh, oh, we'll all die for the sake of art, in the end. 

Do you ever feel suffocated and anxious and that everything is much too much and you just need to get out? That something huge and anvil-sized has just landed on your chest, and the pressure of it there is too much for you to keep going and keep breathing. You need to do something, go somwhere, just to be able to breathe again like you used to? ( Read more... )