If only we could make our torches burn a little brighter. / by Eric Dacus

Lots of thoughts and lots of clarity of ideas:

It’s like when you walk out of a theater after seeing a matinee that you really enjoyed. You went alone, and you laughed a bit and maybe choked up in a scene or two, and now you stumble out of the theater onto the noisy street and your pupils become pinheads and it feels like two new pairs of eyes are being born in your head. The world is mostly the same, but you are different, and you see differently. Such hope. Such vision.  


All I want to be
is a person who makes things
and thinks about them.