What did you do to honor your artist’s way?
What did you do to build that all-encompassing life so compressed and deadened by utter unimportant cirucmstance that calls itself the most important narrative? How do you take back the Hours?
Redefine
How do you call the shots? Shoulder-check the disruptors so rudely barging in?
How do you draw the line?
Perhaps with a caligrapher’s pen or architect’s grid paper
The line that draws the space between you
and the Hours
