consistency

00:39. Consistency. the letters ran out of ink. Art is personal, as the tremor of emotions. I am rough draft. I scribble the future, I mishandle the present. I detest absence. I detest that I am not consistent as the lost eyes that glance at this screen, lost in a plastic ocean of information. Yet, I can reshape every single element of personal nature. I can screw instructions, I can screw superficiality. I can screw automatisation. less sugar please. I can love unconditionally. I can roar thoughts. I can be attentive. I can be remarkable. I can be consistent.

by Dragos Toporau