we have entered the era of mass produced mediocrity.

swallow and follow the silence long enough for an original impulse to emerge. find the kindred lights. resist the urge to succumb to apathy. rub against the deceptively challenging task of slicing through the meaningless scroll and focusing in on the beauty long enough for the fire of creation to spark.

no one will save you. there is only you. you and the invisible, undeniable fog behind your eyes that threatens to absorb every last thread of the unique, the mysterious, the sublime.