You cannot start the day by reading the news, anymore, this habit no longer serves you. The world is too dark, the darkness too real, heartbreak at every turn and when you look back at the decades thinking how could this happen?, well, now you know.
A fiery sunrise wakes you, Red Hook stretches its limbs like a sleepy hamlet far from the buzz of the metropolis. In a way, it's perfect for you, perpetually on the outside, longing for an in, but also forever looking to escape. You live your life in limbo. And at last, you're letting yourself relish it, instead of thinking it's a state you need to leave.
There was despair in the world the last time you felt this lightness, you considered its meaning then, too. Now, you can no longer afford to squander the moments on thought. there's a resistance to be made in art, there's a weapon in your arsenal that you are ready to wield. The only time is now.
The only way out
is through.
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