The Brain of an Artist

 

“We are on a highway without exits or rest stops.

It is straight.
It is smooth.
It is slick and icy.
It is bumpy.
It has dangerous curves ahead.
It has brilliant vistas.
It has falling rock.
It has no berm or guardrail.
It is clogged with traffic.
It is desolate for miles.
It is an endless road trip.
And we go and go and go…until the gas tank is empty.”
-Ann
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