What is there to say about love? You could sweep up all the words and stack them in the gutter and love wouldn’t be any different, wouldn’t feel any different, the hurt in the heart, the headachy desire that hardly submits to language. What we can’t tame we talk about.
I had a dream in which I doubted all my artistic abilities and I sat in front of my sketches and almost cried, but then euclase showed up and said that all kind of art is amazing and with enough practice I will be able to achieve any goal I want. All I have to do is to keep going and never give up.
It was literally one of the most positive dreams I had, ever.