I had a dream where Donald Trump was about 3ft tall and he was going around on this little bike, wearing a pizza hut uniform that was styled like a hotel bell boy’s. I pushed him off the bike and biked off without using my hands, but I was leaning down really low so I basically Naruto-ran-peddled away from him.
As an artist I can give you a snapshot into a world.
But a writer.
A writer can take you there.
They can weave together words and create a portal to anywhere. You can visit those places instead of looking out a window and wishing to be a part of it.
I envy writers.
I envy artists.
A writer can give you a story.
But an artist.
An artist can show you the exact emotions behind everything.
They can paint a picture worth a thousand words without ever writing one. They can show you every single emotion, every single thought in a second. They can show emotion like a writer never could.
I envy artists.
I envy both. Both can create wonderful works of art and I can’t do shit.
