I've been wading through a lot of stuff lately thinking and processing revisiting ideas reevaluating everything I'm on my way towards.Thinking of everything I've lost and left to get here.The world seems like such a discontented place all these people striving to leave there mark,all these people somehow trying to be heard but the audience is so bored.Over stimulated by images and ideas blazed into our minds by our frantic culture.Individuality seems to be an artform we left long ago,nothing comes naturally anymore we have let our freedom bind us.
Does our discontentment ever cease,is it friend or foe forever searching never finding.