Interlude

Me: writer, editor, dancer, singer, actress, trombonist, pianist, with a little painting, collage-ing and drawing on the side.

The Boy: musician, poet (oh, he’d kill me for that), sound engineer, artist (he is incredible at drawing).

My friends: singers, painters, writers, dancers, athletes, artists-at-large, editors, passionate.

I feel incredibly sorry for people who don’t practice SOME kind of art form. Genuinely sorry. What inspires people like that? And what’s life without inspiration, and passion, and something to strive for…but a meaningless, repetitive cycle of daily activities with the occasional interruption?

For the record, I consider sports, keen business savvy, programming and other such things art. Anything that inspires you to move, to think, to change, to do, is art. But I know of people who lack that, and I honestly don’t have a clue how they find any joy in their lives.

How bored you must feel. Please, go find a muse before your brain and heart atrophy and you’re doing nothing but waiting for death. Please?

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