When the world offers so much you may have to take some time to digest. A day, a week a year maybe five or ten. It doesn't matter. The only one pushing you is yourself. Salvation and destruction are one in the same.
He asks me to watch a movie about screaming art or vandalism or graffiti, too many words for one act it seems but only one question remains once the film has ended.
What is art?
Not long after I realize I don't care for or about the answer to that question. Maybe at the very least we can say it is a response to the consumption, a personal expression to the world who is then expected to consume it. Or not. Maybe we shouldn't expect anymore consumption.
Grateful for a bread and butter job.