No one is listening. No one cares. No eyes on you. No definition of despair.

What do you do?

What do you love?

Why do you hesitate, when no one is looking from above?

You’re bullish. You’re mad. You’re a fortunate being, that has gone bad.

Your audience is your objective. Your passion is what you look like in plaid.

Take off your clothes.

Get even more mad.

Go.

Hurry.

Slow down fast.

Create what you love, without wearing a mask.

There is not a prize. Not a piece of history.

Be real to your vision, and let things come naturally.

Fight without an audience in mind.

Mind what you do, but push forward without any eyes on your prize.