Death of the Artist ðŠĶ
Art Will Save The World. I believe it was Dostoevsky who said that, many, many years ago. Which goes to show that the world has been in a d decline for a long time now. History continues to repeat itself, over and over again. No matter what day or age it is, the evils of yesterday are ever-present tomorrow as well. I fear I may never be able to save the world. I fear that my ability to extend out and aid those who are in distress will diminish. I fear that I am nothing more than a failure in the arts. Saving the world was all that I ever dreamt of. Being able to wake up, and work towards awakening the human spirit and consciousness. Unfortunately, a grim reality is slowly setting within. The fact that I am simply not strong enough. That I have overestimated my reach, and I must now face the consequences. The consequences that I will soon become nothing more than another cog in the machine. Another brick in the wal...