The unplanned and the planned can have the same consequences and the same triumphs if only they weren’t spelt differently.
“Un-” is a bastard that’s whore is a sheath. With its manipulative ways, seducing and presenting to us what we think is bare and explicit material yet could be what we have been seeing all along.
I am an artist. I do what artists do. Cheat. Lie. Steal. Pose. Wear. Conceal. If you are an artist you will interpret those words in their multilateral contexts and separate from your contingences.
If these batches of words I herd together make sense in a line, proper formation and punctuation, then deem me a writer. If not, well I am still writing and will one day write too much for myself not to deserve such a undeserved title.
time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.Kafka