Time, Money, Numbers

I want to release my dependence of the constructions of time and value. Too many times I check for the time. I’ve begun the very adult habit of checking my bank account. It’s difficult to say in a way that makes any sense with a little validity, but there is a great misery in depending…

Attachment & Art

You must respect art not for art’s sake but for your own. Your obsession with what you find meaningful and personal even though it will never know you exist will make you and everything you touch monstrous. You will spend many long, wakeful nights in your grave pondering over what you have destroyed, never knowing…

Plight of Obsession | Poem

the phoniest of flattery the most lascivious of lies the cacophony of coquettish ramblings: all are the plights of an unreciprocated obsession, not born out of love, but of rabidly ill intent. ~ Sammicakes