RENEGOTIATING ALONENESS

 VINTAGE HAS USURPED NEWNESS BUT CURATION IS ALWAYS DECAY. IN CURATING AN IDENTITY THE SELF IS GLIMPSED IN THE LAPSES.
IT IS EASY TO OVERVALUE AN OBJECT THAT HAS ALREADY STOOD THE TEST OF TIME BUT IT IS BETTER TO LET THINGS REST.
I FEAR STILLNESS EVEN THOUGH I SHOULDN’T. I ENJOY WHEN I GET TO EXPERIENCE IT MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.
LAYING UNDER A COMFORTER IN THE DAYTIME IS SOMETIMES AN EXAMPLE OF FEELING STILLNESS BUT IT IS NOT GUARANTEED.
THE SOLITARY ARTIST SHOULD ONLY ACCEPT COMPELLED ACTION IF THEY PLAN TO UNDERMINE THE ACT WITH THEIR METHOD.
TO PRESENT/DECLARE AS A SOLITARY ARTIST WAS ONCE AN ACT OF REBELLION BUT IS NOW A TRAGIC DEFAULT.
AI HAS BIRTHED HYPERABSTRACTION BUT THIS WILL CHANGE AFTER THE ARTISTS UNDERSTAND IT BETTER AS A TOOL.
I’VE ROMANTICZED ABSTRACTION BY VISUALIZING IT AS A FOG, BUT AN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF DIRECTIONLESSNESS IS AN EARLY DEATH.
I NOW KNOW IT WAS NOT A FOG, IT WAS FROST. THEN, LAYERS OF ICE OBSCURING THE TRUTH. NOW, FIRE IN THE HEART.
WHY DO I SEE MYSELF ONLY IN THE MIRRORZONE OF A PARADOX?
THE GLOW FROM POOLS OF SCAREDTHOUGHT REFLECTING EACHOTHER IS FLUORESCENCE. THE GLOW OF A SHARED MEMORY IS PHOSPHORESCENCE.
THE TRUTH REMAINS AFTER AN ACT OF DECOMPLICATION. DECOMPLICATION MUST START FROM A POINT OF TOTAL COMPLICATION.
I STILL WANT IT ALL. I WAS 18 WHEN I FIRST TOLD MYSELF THAT BUT RECENTLY RENEOGTIATIED WHAT IT MEANT.