WORK : Free to make Shit

i	Maybe a problem with freedom, that is to say Liberty and agency Is that, in its pure form, it is excessive, That is to say, excessively unrestricted.
ii	Moreover, the Universal habit is entropy ~ Releasing, disconnecting ~ It cares not for life; not body, not soul
iii	Yet the soul, that is to say The rare part of a thing That expresses itself soulfully ~ Which is both mysterious and still, The habit of which is deep connection ~ Is often discombobulated by Excessive lack of restriction.
iv	Untethered, the soul first floats, Then evaporates in a death by dispersal. And the artist, who speaks for the soul, And their work, also dies. And all the things that are divine And all the things that are beautiful And all the things that are worthy of attention And all the things worth living for, also die. Suddenly, no one knows the difference Between good stuff and shit stuff. And so loads of shit gets made because its cheap and easy And can be gold leafed or whatever. And so the humans become lost. And so everything becomes dead.

~ Homin

The artist must nevertheless become free.

~ Ramidus