Yes Nine, my people were bulldozed by an unapologetic vicious politic. There are none of us left, who haven't already been hollowed out.
I'll write as long I can, make my art, fuelled by vision, and when I'm gone there will be no one to follow, maybe someone will read my words, or they will disappear upon the winds.
The abuse of the modern world becomes an adjuvant to change.
Yet change is perpetual, indeed.
The self seeks itself, an achievement of understanding.
The wisdom is bestowed via the traverse of the way of seeking.
One needs no imposed model.
The truth is in the reveal.
This alone leads one on.
Yes Nine, my people were bulldozed by an unapologetic vicious politic. There are none of us left, who haven't already been hollowed out.
I'll write as long I can, make my art, fuelled by vision, and when I'm gone there will be no one to follow, maybe someone will read my words, or they will disappear upon the winds.