it seems as though i spend much of my time running from obscurity, fearful, dreading existential anonymity.
i want so much to be known and loved but crave those authentic experiences without selling myself out or oversharing to the point of spilling my heart out to an infinite void.
making art is such an essential thing for me, but i struggle to find the reasons, practically, for me to keep investing such time, money, energy, and worry in the process.
why am i so afraid of obscurity, of being unknown? being an unacknowledged artist? i am so dependent on others telling me i am an ‘artist’ but can’t seem to definitively tell myself that i am one.
maybe it really is time to let go and fall into that deep abyss, let go of the perception that my value comes from my social media engagement or spotify streams, follows, and playlist adds…
JAMES MORSE 
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