LOST IN SOLILOQUY, THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER POUNDS THE TABLE OF EXISTENTIALISM. BUT WHAT OF ME? WHERE IS THE BEACON THAT GUIDES THIS CONSCIENCE? IS IT NOT IN THE RENDERING OF MEANING THAT WE BREAK THE ENIGMA OF PURPOSE? JOURNEYING TO A PLACE WHERE TIME IS CIRCUMVENTED BY PRESENT TENSE… A VOICE INFERS IN GENTLE UNDERTONESContinue reading “VISIONS OF A LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER”
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ARTISTS MIME WHAT THEIR HEARTS BEAT TO
CAMOUFLAGED IN MINIMALISM, ARTISTS MIME WHAT THEIR HEARTS BEAT TO BEING OUT OF STEP SIDESTEPS COMMONALITY, WHICH IN TURN PROPAGATES DISRUPTIVE SELECTION INVEST IN YOUR IDIOSYNCRASIES AS IF LIFE WERE A CRESCENDO SANS AN ENCORE CONSUMMATE YOUR OBSESSION WITHOUT EVER GIVING YOUR PASSIONS THE TIME OF DAY TO FORGE A CONDENSATION OF BEING, YOU MUSTContinue reading “ARTISTS MIME WHAT THEIR HEARTS BEAT TO”
THE FOG OF MEANING 