Thursday
The other day I met someone who told me they hate art. There was so much
disgust in his voice: I grimaced and wiped my face off as though
he had spit on me. I think I was more shocked than
anything: how can someone hate art?
The foundation of this world
is built on the backs
of artists--
they save
us from
ourselves.
YOU ARE READING
Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
