You don’t pen something surreal. Like the Romantic spirit, you are afraid it will flee upon its lexical immortalisation. Worse, you are afraid its patina of perfection will meet the friction of reality,
and fade.
A world in a grain of sand
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. - Samuel Beckett
To cease consumption.
To start creating and sharing things.
To sustain sanity in bureaucratic impasse.
To cease consumption.
To start creating and sharing things.
To sustain sanity in bureaucratic impasse.
