Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Chase

Chase

I wrote the piece above about 4 months ago. One if the last pieces I wrote. I think it's a normal  feeling for everyone - when you have such a high level of ambition for your life - regardless of professional field. Most times shit gets hard and you're just exhausted. I wrote this because it's an honest feeling. I, for one, often wonder why I'm even doing what I do, and that maybe it's just easier to "let go and do something else for fuck's sake!". That maybe the parentals were right and that this wasn't very smart move. A lot of the time I wonder if I'm failing at life. Or have i already failed? What classifies as failure? Or what is success? Who even has the right to answer this crap anyway?! Perhaps we're all just failing and succeeding simultaneously, and the reality is that you can't  "fail fast". That the line between the two is  actually invisibly thin and everything we do is just one big grey area and not so black and white. 

Why do I write

Why do I write