Synchronicities take the lead. Indescribable connections anchor it to nothing. This is the life of the purposeless fool. Guilted into staying. Pushed into believing. Taking on the role of the backward architect. Reluctantly constructing a web out in front of it…in blind faith…so that it can aimlessly wander into that which doesn’t yet exist. (Excerpt from “Slave to Mortality” by M. McMillian)
Handwritten typography 7.11.14 photo
I have no control.