I'm slowly becoming a repository for decomposing sorrows, regrets, ignored injustice, forgotten promises. I can still feel its stench, but when I get accustomed to it, I will call it experience.
Only that thing is free which exists by the necessities of its own nature, and is determined in its actions by itself alone. ~ Baruch Spinoza
The Death of Socrates (Jacques-Louis David)
Romantic
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men. ~ Charles Baudelaire