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Prologue: The Mountains Whisper
To Be Released
All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.
Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.
Song is like the fire that washes the stones, the wind that cleans us, like the fire that joins us together and it lives within us to make us better people.
You actually cannot sell the idea of freedom, democracy, diversity, as if it were a brand attribute and not reality -- not at the same time as you're bombing people, you can't.
There I am standing by the shore of a swiftly flowing river and I hear the cry of a drowning man. So I jump into the river … pull him to the shore, and apply artificial respiration. Just when he begins to breathe … another cry for help. I am so busy jumping in that I have no time to see who the hell is upstream pushing them all in.
It is femicide. Impunity for my killer. It is the disappearance. It's rape. And it wasn't my fault, or where she was or how she dressed. They are the cops, the judges, the State, President. The oppressive state is a male rapist. The rapist was you. The rapist IS you.
Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy.
...more coming in the future.
To belong nowhere is a blessing and a curse, like any kind of freedom.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
If you're going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet.
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
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