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The artist itself is the only one who knows the true meaning behind his work. We’re free to speculate but can never be certain, yet judge. If the world is a piece of art, then that would be simultaneously coherent and messed up. Everything’s a theory: its maker, if he’s really out there in the open, if i’m just seeing things in a wrong perspective, or if all of this is even worth thinking about.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
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The artist itself is the only one who knows the true meaning behind his work. We’re free to speculate but can never be certain, yet judge. If the world is a piece of art, then that would be simultaneously coherent and messed up. Everything’s a theory: its maker, if he’s really out there in the open, if i’m just seeing things in a wrong perspective, or if all of this is even worth thinking about.
ignorance.
tarma-de
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
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