Madness and the modern self, linked together infinitly. but what is finite and infinte? infinite thoughts for certain because everything provokes some sort of reaction, some kind of thought process that leads you to discovery.. perhaps soemtimes of a new philosophy?
“Never answer the question, answer the thought the question provokes”
what have i become? sometimes i enjoy the philosophy. i enjoy when i pay attention and mostly when it does provoke something from me, though its usually disaproval and hatred. when i can explain it its lovely and good and cheer and...
what if i miss this in art school? what will i get mad at then? then it will be all my own fault, that i cant make the paintbrush move the way i want it to.. then it will be all of my own doing and i wont be able to place the blame upon anyone else. i hope i am always provoked in thought though. i think i'll need some english courses to go along with those fine arts one. im such a mix of the two that its impossibly to rip one or the other out. now im writting and all i want to do is paint and create art. ill be doing that full time and all i will be doing is writting and reading and composing. poetry is eternal, that never needs anything else. that doesnt need a balance, or composure, that just is itself.