Tension Rising

This idea of Truth is like a record skipping in my head.

One voice says, perhaps the Truth is happening behind doors I don't know even exist while I preen myself blindly in front of some two-way mirror. Maybe it's so beyond all of us, that we will have to one day tell our kids when asked, only Google knows.

It's easy to forget that the truth is beyond the realities of our tiny bubbles, but after all, how many truths can one truly handle, when perhaps it is only one or two that matter most?

We have seen artists enlightened enough to prove that sometimes only fiction can reveal real truth, thereby blowing the definition of truth down a whole other rabbit hole... and drunken debacle no doubt;)

After all this week's midnight walks and missed tram stops, the crescendo of voices have come to the unanimous conclusion that an artist can also use the truth to create fiction, and how dramatic it may be when set free...