If art is some mingling of personal expression and things created to delight and entertain, then this site is now officially tilting towards: debris from my mind.
I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
“Pebbles and marbles like things on my mind
Seem to get lost and harder to find
When I am alone I am inclined
If I find a pebble in sand
To think that it fell from my hand”
I couldn’t decide if sharing unentertaining content* is an act of utter hubris, or the serene acceptance of reality.
Which impulse is correct? After awhile I decided that both were true, and that obsessing about it was the most narcissistic thing of all.
* I have been unable to articulate this without invoking a phrase that seems to ask the reader to protest on behalf of my genius. I find this frustrating.