Unbearable Mediocrity


We can go through our lives in a sort of mist. The dampness seeping into our day to day existence; articulating itself with all those “shoulds”, “musts”, and the inevitable feelings of being “responsible”.

If I don’t paint, I hurt.

The passion has to come out somewhere.

I’m off for a walk in the rain.

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