A paradox:

The mind can get stuck in a never-ending loop, it obsessively, compulsively, overthinks. It tortures consciousness and leaves no room for mistakes.

Yet it’s gasoline on a raging fire. The constant thumping inspires desire, creativity flows from the cracks. It breaks down walls, little by little pressure building up. Ideas rage like a rampant truck tire, loose on a busy city street, smashing windows, crushing fences, and broken noses on bewildered faces, all wondering what happened.

Chaos is left behind in its path,

all for the love of art.

– A. Garcia