The overemphasized and romanticized simplistic narratives sans the daring stressors of creative freedom, from a space of prismatic distress of artistic insanity is to produce some bizarre mundanity in the artistic world. Why can’t we have a sudden euphoria of dandelions romancing the wind?
Without intimacy with the brokenness, the experiences and exploration of human consciousness, the use of emotions beyond what is available in the stingy busyness, one can only hope to create a timid culture of feebleness punished by time. Write to dominate the reality-based delusions, and create what humans can create, endure, and destroy, even the individual vulnerabilities.
-Amitav Chowdhury