Chasing the vapour of the aesthetic experience.
I mean, the question that’s living me is whether I will pass on the torch and redeem whatever talent lays inside me…
… and create something beautiful in this world, before I die?
Or whether I’ll reach frailty and old-age, having hedged, having played it safe.
Will life, if just for a moment, become eternal, under the vigour of my giving?
Culture these days is pretty flat. Sexualised but unerotic, unimaginative, and self-promoting. Personally I long for something more. To worship beauty without restraint; to waltz into the abyss; to belong!
Not sure, though, if we’ll make it. But if we don’t try, who will?
I’m looking forward to writing full-time on this Substack. I am done with self-improvement. My more artistic, more personal explorations will unfold, close to real-time, here.
Why Subscribe?
For a sort of tropical infusion; a viagra for the soul.
