Meaning is an indulgent façade, a contradiction all artists must face. We exist in a universe void of any objective value yet we peddle ideals that permeate the proverbial soul. This absurd battle between emotion and rationality is not lost on me. I fret, endlessly. Seeking and seeking, in hopes to absolve myself of accountability. Only by embracing the artifice can I find solace. I delve deeper. Deeper and deeper until I lose all cognizance and become my own lies. I am an Artist. Believe Me.