Transcript below, because I love writing really small and really sloppily. I looked Guinness does not accept submissions for the world's smallest handwriting.
Yeah, I mope and complain a lot. I can complain feel guilty about anything. I can buy a nice instrument and hate myself for it. Do I have the money? Yes. Will I play it? yes. Do I need it? No. It is dumb, but that is how I feel.
Then I read about the world. In plain view of the world spotlight political dissidents are being harassed and arrested for potential peaceful protests. The world does nothing because they want to pretend they can play their games in a vacuum.
In other places, it only gets worse. I didn't need a 400 page report about people digging their own graves to tell me a country was committing atrocities. We brush it off as a joke because it poses no threat.
The thing is that this does not make me feel better about my situation. There is nothing I can do. I mean, as an artist I can use my voice to shed light on these things, but even if it worked, I have lost my faith in humanity. No matter what I do, the cycle will repeat itself. So, I make art. If it helps, I will enjoy it. If it does nothing for anyone but me, I will enjoy it., but it does not restore my faith in humanity. This world is sending itself to hell quite nicely. I can only hope to maybe reach someone before it is all through.
Even so, I will be here doing what I do. Making sense out of things as best I can. It's not really what I want I want or what I need, but it's all I can do in this world where people try to get what they want by taking what other people need.
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