I don’t just exist. Well, I do…but I feel like I’m doing a lot more. Creating, “painting,” stirring pots, leaving a mark of some kind. Everyone is terrified that they might be just existing and nothing but. The ultimate mark of a nothing mediocre life. Does anyone anywhere think of him or herself as being as just plugging along and marking time? Alcoholics, maybe.
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