It is raining again today. I wonder if I am really an artist. What is an artist? They think the word originally meant to join or fit together, to bring together. A mender. A recorder. Maybe then I am a documentarian.
I see myself today alone in all this mist not a word, not a voice, not a sound outside of nature. What happens to a person in a place like this?
What happens when you are all alone with yourself and god?
I think I am angry a little bit.
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