Listen "No Beauty In, No Beauty Out"
Episode Synopsis
My hands have not flowed over canvas in months. Not a color imagined. Not a brush of liquid pigment leaving a snail trail on the white, waveless ocean. Not an inkling of beauty finding its way out of my head where, once visions had to fight for a line place and imminent exposure to the light of day. No queue remains for the beauty, any beauty has become ash and was blown away into oblivion by the winds fleeing an empty soul. Barren. Desolate. Bleak. Lifeless. Garbage in, garbage out.
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