Have you ever felt like a feather caught up in a tornado of mediocre laced mist? Filled with a suffocating under tone of boredom. That seemed to just leech you ever so slowly of the joy found with in your creative time.
This is a peculiar section. It’s very short and the subject matter seems to vary from previous sections. Despite the seemingly mundane subject matter, there are some really cool points he raises. 506 more words
“In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together…Tell me, have you in your houses? Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master?”