I put an absurd amount of significance into finishing things. As if this seemingly grandiose expression will stop the world in its tracks.
It’s the reason I tell myself why I can’t let things go. They ain’t right. Isn’t. They’re not right. Unrightly. Correctable?
Best case scenario I’ll be granted the gift of being a thread in the tapestry of a life.
A moment of shared experience – expression art love words.
At worst, this will get vandalized or deleted at some unspecified future (or even past) point.
I’m a big believer in professionalism. Shine matters. It’s important.
It’s a comically self-absorbed viewpoint. Absurd in it’s pretentiousness
The final bulwark against sheer insignificance.
Might as well eat when it’s fresh.
Even when I don’t enjoy it.