I’ve met a lot of younger adults who are very caught up in a life of sexually engulfed leisure. living via sexual exploits. behaving badly for the sake of their own sanity. perhaps it was a way to traverse the tracks left unhinged from their past? only to become a sensual sanctity that trails up the arm releasing an unobtainable euphoria. it leaves me feeling uneasy and often after an encounter; sad. Up until now none of the reasons imaginable have kept me away from these damaged creations of art: designed perfectly broken and destined for great distress.
Xavier B 2014