i thought it was heartbreak that greased my creative wheels .
the potential for truth in that statement both frightened me + satiated my inner masochist . but today i awoke realizing that it is in fact the act of love, + the subsequent fear of no longer being near it — that propels the locomotive inside .
found it, my personal place of peace, locked into memory.
ADI holds position.
theorizing on “the love come-down” today .
“find what you love + let it kill you.” – BUKOWSKI