The money is running out. Prospects are slim. Anxiety settles down, coffee in hand, tab-hopping various socials, cover letters for applications-in-progress, unfinished snippets of poetry, code projects far beyond ones capacity to realize, superficially perusing, accomplishing nothing.

Responded to a longer DM from an artist in another country, imagining transcendental collaborations.

When it comes to coalescing functional creative discourses, one must recognize the power of networks and conversation over the actual art object. Culture is not in objects but between them.

People spending time together is the fundamental unit of civilization. The various rituals, behaviors, necessities, patterns, architectures that make these gatherings possible are less important than their results. The gathering of peoples is the purpose of humanity.

Even those who separate themselves from society build a monument for others to gawk at.

The admirable simplicity of isolation, the derangement of the hermitage, a life stretched to functional limits and maintained there, at the edge of possibility.

The begin again is never ending. A recent instant can be revisited if we focus, breathe deeply, immersive massacre. Time goes backwards if you breathe slowly enough and focus, watch the trees grow, seasons recede, orbits slowly expanding, gravities tendrils grasping desperately, always failing to keep it together.