The creative process, like life, is torture.
Sweet, sweet torture
Bittersweet, at times.
It's a loop
A trap
A process born out of the artist's own becoming
And demise.
A life made out of the ordinary
the same, the expected.
Twisted by the illusions,
the old institutions
All are fictions.
The story starts in the process
It's how you keep it real
It's why it's torture