You don't know what you have unless you can give it away. I've felt a wave of inspiration recently, and I'm watching it go away in real time. It's such a sad and beautiful thing, these ephemeral impulses. I think you felt it too, and maybe we're seeing an aftermath of sorts. Isn't it so special? The words don't feel like they're shooting out like normal, but each keystroke is coming out like a small flare from an even smaller pistol. This week is the Holy Ascension—you know, when Christ ascends up to Heaven to sit at the right hand of the Father after giving the apostles the Holy Spirit and the playbook to establish the Church. It's this Thursday, and it feels too intense to know that it's coming, to sit with the feeling, and realize that it's going to be like this every year I have left on this earth. I think with posting art online, we feel like we're shouting into some kind of void—that the only way it feels real is based on engagement, that that's the only real reception we can…
No comments yet. Log in to reply on the Fediverse. Comments will appear here.