Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
And some artists are played
After a long period off in foreign lands, not blogging, I thought, apropos of nothing, of this: Some artists play themselves, and some artists play themselves. That is some artists play themselves like it's a part in a play, and some artists play themselves like they're an instrument. I was pretty happy with this bit of inspiration for a few seconds. Then I wasn't sure at all what it meant. Then I wanted to share it with you.