So, basically, I wrote kind of a follow-up to Similitudes a few days later, not as good, imo, it's more like the mad ramblings of a teenager stuck in his room which is his head, with thoughts bouncing off the rubber walls. It's about art, "art", art , and art, but not ART.
More specifically, it's about my thoughts of what art is and what it should be, at a very specific point in my life. My general views on this matter have changed (mostly through conversation with my mom, who is an artist), though, the closing thought did not. If any of you's interested in seeing this, maybe changed quite a bit, in this library, please tell me.
"Do not sneer at the mad, their madness lasts longer than ours, that is all the difference."
