I have cried twice on planes. Both times I was coping with the inevitable entropy of happiness, love and beauty. Moments I had waited for, and knew, when they came, that they would end. The exhilarating high I got from having those fragments of connection would cease. I knew it first hand, when I got that flip on my stomach, knowing that everything that lives, must one day die.
I do not think of myself as a writer. I see writing as a tool. My writing is an attempt to give my trips into my own rabbit holes a useful output. It is the recognition of an inevitable loss, but yet inspiring and transcendent.
I am driven by the slightest possibility of turning my sorrow into an artistic outcome, to see my work as ecstatic tools that, when consumed by others, enlightens them and cures them, if only for a moment, of their human condition. Separateness being obliterated and creating a sense of merger.
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Utterly Disclosed is taking a new course!
¡Utterly Disclosed está dando un nuevo giro!
Thoughts about the night, written late at night.