Your life is a series of lefts and rights. Go that way, keep going…turn here, stop.
The artist picks the destination and decides when you’ve arrived. It’s done. They see life a certain way: life worth imitating through art, life worth sharing. Someone has to lead you there, which takes nerve, because it’s possible no one has ever gone there before.
If you choose this route, you will get lost, go the wrong way, wonder why you even bothered. Or, you could just play it safe and stay close to home.
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Bill Pearse 
The five-way fork in the road has left three paths. By midnight, two will remain. Home is the last tine.
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Drop some science on me brother! This feels like math and philosophy in one fat sushi roll. Thanks for checking in…
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I’m staying in neutral today, so I can roll any way the wind blows.
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Right, on, write on…
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