No one talks to me. There’s no art to get lost in. I’m poor, of soul, of heart. I’m broken and destitute, of mind, of spirit. I have no home, in truth, in actuality.
Hmm. Some of the things I said last time were vaguely thug. I am very self-aware of the process that includes my not being famous or well-known. This is what this boils down to, the quest for fame, not really my goal. But having professional connections could help. Well, I deleted my LinkedIn account, and […]