are you only an artist when others consume what you produce? approve of what you produce? are you only alive when there's others around to witness your breath?

is a label not murder?

look at you ripping out parts of yourself to display them, damaging the unity of presence and absence

you aren't anything that the other isn't.

the medicine enters the whole body, it cures more than just the pain being felt, it finds every ache in need of relief just like your eye detects the ripest moment to trap, like your hands steadily lead the paintbrush, like your mind translates thought into word