Art Saved My Life
When you wake up at 6:30 and you can't tell which 6:30 it is. Go back to sleep. If you unwrap you'll unfreeze what was in your mind. The ropes will be severed halfway up and the pinnacle rock at the top will remain untouched. But what is up there? Surrealism penetrates the clouds. Or maybe it comes down in rays. Up or down or both. Just waiting for "someone" to fall through. They won't. They don't exist.