My problem! My problem is that I’ve tasted security. My problem is that I’ve tasted success. Nothing hinders a creative spirit more than the feeling of comfort. Once you’ve tasted comfort, once you’ve bit into its fatty ass, it’s hard to say you’ve had enough. Comfort is the killer of artistic expression
1. Spaces or photos taken should express what it’s like to live in the moment without even having ever been or lived there.
(Source: 42ndthrash, via hotrodbizarre)
I don’t write enough.
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The old white man warns of monsoonal weather just beyond Flagstaff, Arizona. He points to a grouping of pure white puffy clouds and explains how their language speaks of trouble. “Unless, of course, you want to get wet”, he proclaims. I respect his advice, but the words warning of wetness reminds me of my lover back home in California. I miss her. I continue.
I lay on my air mattress. Deflated.