Desert time in the jungle. All presses to a halt, one
manages to reflect a moment too long on it.

Art needs time to form, translate and mutate to the specific
point of view. Impossible doing that while you're
concentrating on trivial meaningless chores.

A regression of creativity... not just the same - but worse
than the same...
A child copying a star's brilliance on paper, and cries at
the dark contrast of shame.

Repeated teaching methods with the same results...
A search for excellence with no result.

And so my point...
Artists with no audience or reach become beggars and
disappear.

Lack of character and fear of judgment, makes the world go
round.

More and more tend to trust what others say instead of their
own heads, causing the one or two to be more than they are.

Writing this down because I talk about it all anyway... This
helps sharpen them edges