Sometimes an inner monologue isn’t just a single patronizing voice, but a cacophony of interconnected intuitions that spawn action and art ex nihilo in ways that are ineffable.
No? Just me? Nevermind, I’ll be over there.
Sometimes an inner monologue isn’t just a single patronizing voice, but a cacophony of interconnected intuitions that spawn action and art ex nihilo in ways that are ineffable.
No? Just me? Nevermind, I’ll be over there.
Celebrating 4/20 the same way I do every morning: slowing down the inner monolog with some weed.