Sometimes I feel like the Marquis de Sade, not for my libertinism, but because there’s a revolution going on out there and instead I’m just wasting away on my own floating island. Freedom of information is under assault, and I am a radical of the highest order and should probably be out there offering my defiance. I can’t bring myself to it, though, for belief that I’m just as easily ignored by the revolt as I am by anyone. I can’t spout off rhetoric popular enough to catch on. Yes, I advocate socialism. Yes, I understand you can’t institute that yet. I don’t believe in intellectual property rights and I’m trying to make it as an artist, and certainly that’s possible to do, even if you don’t understand why.
We can’t do anything to change the world until capitalism crumbles. In the meantime we should all go shopping to console ourselves.
— Banksy, Wall and Piece
I feel like it’s awfully pretty to change the world, and I’m doing what I think I’m best at to do this. I’m living a life on a fringe I painted myself, pulling in influences of my own selection into the view of others who wouldn’t normally see what I see, and try to make the world as friendly a place as possible. I’m exploring a new path and trying to make it seem as unscary to others as possible to discourage ignorance and promote acceptance, if not willfulness. I don’t feel like I’ve got a big enough crowd though, yet, and everyone I’ve pulled in would have put the page together themselves.
I’m in a position, I think, where I’ve finally found a venue that’s disperse enough that I might gain some exposure as a writer. I think I might finally have a venue for getting a little attention and admiration for my thoughts from people who don’t know me personally.