In my mind, I walked around a park that doesn’t exist after riding around on my Dutch bike for 45 minutes. Medium-sized grass was sat on by a group of artsy college students who blew e-cigarette smoke. Green shit produced by geese was easily stepped on and that showed on the hard ground.
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Inspiration can hide itself for longer periods. How frightening that may be. There is this hunger for creating meaningful art. Sometimes, in fact, the art is better than previously envisioned. But often, a general dissatisfaction may come to fruition when the first vision does not match the final art.
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