It is the business of the very few to be independent; it is a privilege of the strong. And whoever attempts it, even with the best right, but without being OBLIGED to do so, proves that he is probably not only strong, but also daring beyond measure. He enters a labyrinth, he multiplies a thousandfold the dangers which life in itself already brings with it; not the least of which is that no one can see how and where he loses his way, becomes isolated, and is torn piecemeal by some minotaur of conscience. Supposing such a one comes to grief, it is so far from the comprehension of men that they neither feel it, nor sympathize with it. And he cannot any longer go back! He cannot even go back again to the sympathy of men!
I played bass in the now defunct dead will rise.
On any given day you can find me wound up on coffee either in the Donkey, the library, or the multitrack studio.
I attend ohio university; my only real aspiration here is to finish.
I've developed a rather costly addiction to tattoos.
Strangled by perfectionism.
I need so desperately to become what I am capable of.
Fuck bees.
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