Towards a Manifesto

The purpose of art is to reaffirm a life that is always slipping away from us. Burning the fuel of experience on the pyre of creation to build anew the world neglected.

I write this for me, I do not write this for you.

Destroyed every night we wake new dawn possible. Don't throw death at me, trying to freeze the soul in ice. I will shatter your dreams of yesterday. I reject the horror of nostalgia.

You do not listen.

Now you fall.

Alone.

You did not deny life, you accepted death. Passive and waiting for what you see to be inevitable.

The fate of human solitude is always and finally to be released from need. Temporary respites are only temptations in another guise.

Can you fight?