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I just... why do I script, and record, and edit when the images just speak for them selves😂 https://t.co/T4YnRTwxAm
In there one minute you're a part of something intricate and beautiful, and the next it's gone, no record, nothing to remember.
Existence just doesn't feel right without bein able to preserve it in art, and being able to compare and contrast with how others perceive it.
Sometimes I remember the old place, hunger wasn't a thing there, but here it's a plague on my mind.
Eat to nourish, eat to comfort, eat to keep the taste out of my mouth.