I don’t suppose it matters really, where you get your diabolical instincts. It’s just there. Lurking deep within and waiting for the right moments to light up the spark.
I am constantly amazed by those who manage to create works of art that could light up that dark spark within me with such ease. How do they do it?
Are they, just like me, living day to day carrying that darkness within so intimately that just about everything we do turns out as reflections of that hideous rot inside?
No comments:
Post a Comment