Ever since i’ve discovered that you can play songs on the TouchTunes app from anywhere i’ve been torturing people at random bars. My latest bit? Playing Christmas music in January 😈
Real art serves as a brief comforting aesthetic reprieve. An interlude from the harsh truth of existence. Its intoxication allows us to regain strength in order to confront harsher truths
When one at certain works, one enters the aesthetic vortex for a moment to regain composure