it’s never too early- actually it’s always too late
In my egg, there is a boy who is a living contradiction. I love him dearly but he makes me angry. He’s an artist and nothing else but he’s wasting his life looking for something he doesn’t even know the shape and color of. For years I have been wondering what the answer for him could be, and only now I know that only by breathing and eating and drinking his own expressive creation will he be able to fulfill all his desires and to obtain everything else he wants. Some people are so clearly made for something it’s just a pity, an unforgivable sin for themselves and for others to not follow their own desires. Because "it’s never too late" doesn’t apply to art. People will ask you where you have been for all this time, what it is exactly that you’ve actually grown out of as an artist, and you’ve got to have a solid background. Lazy people cannot be artists. Artists should hurry up and most die before maturity. What a waste of beauty. Oh well.
