Pipe Dreams and Creative Steam

I want to live a life of beauty and softness, danger and darkness. I want see this tiny little world floating on the black seas of infinity, as Mr. Lovecraft would put it, in all of its entirety. I want live in my mind and retreat into the globe. I want to lay tribute at my internal citadel with enriching food and intoxicating wine. I want to feel the sun and listen to the rivers as I delve deeper into this unsolvable puzzle.

I want to the chase the fireflies in my mind, and wonder at where I end up. I want to write books about nothing in particular and make music that makes me feel nice. I want to live as one with nature and end this nefarious separation I was born into. I want to love those around me as they are, perfectly themselves, warts and all. I want to laugh as much as I can, and cry when I need to. I want to ride motorbikes all day and worship the moon next to a campfire by night.

I want to etch some illusion of a voice in our already crowded psyche. I want to show people how I see this world; which is fantastically brimming with chaos and potential. I want to show people my foaming, alchemical, nonsensical reality tunnel, my whimsically whacky universe. I want to tell people about donkeys carrying books and fishing with no hook. I want to be a source of self-esteem for others, when they see how crazy and insane I really am (“Thank God I’m not as fucked as this bloke.”). I want, more than anything, to Live. So, here I go!

Onwards, Inwards, Upwards, Every-Which-Waywards!