#75

any thoughts have shriveled to a definable nothing and formed only what resembles traditional completions since his arrival on the other side of the pond surrounded by masterpieces and structure and comfortably situated in the suburb where the city doesn't reach its grimy and inspirational hands to drive him to insanity and creativity and possibly something worth sharing with the public at large and valuable enough to be translated or subtitled and exploited in countries around the conscious universe and influence a generation of losers toward a fruitless artistic passion that does nothing but separate one from the places and people he so loves and with whom he wishes to establish himself as part of a community except there is a sort of gypsy international community of people one might ramble and beg with around the world but its quite a fractured and amorphous community of lost souls and runners from who knows and there is a distinct lack of the solidity that usually defines community as the word was originally conceived meaning a group of people defined by similar moral views and usually a common locale