that part of the spiral when making art gave u all u needed but
slowly u realise all the ideologies and chat u use to justify it really is like the quote by kurt vonnegut......

“During the Vietnam War... every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.”

making becomes an act of making oneself laugh through absurdity while drugs enter ur life increasingly.

signing petitions as artists (noone gives a fuck)