I’m an individual that is at any and all moments almost at the place I’ve convinced myself I need to be while becoming the next version of my most high and best self and … even this sentence — ridiculous as I am — is exhausting. Honestly.
Read MoreAntonin Artaud launched a defense of Vincent Van Gogh’s sanity arguing that, “Van Gogh was not mad, but his paintings were wildfire, atomic bombs, whose angle of vision, compared to all the other paintings popular at the time, would have been capable of upsetting the larval community of the Second Empire bourgeoisie …”
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