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How Much Of Life Could He Spend Aching? Aching Is Not A Stable Condition; It Must Resolve Into Something

It Was So Much Easier To Be Alone, If One Could Find Just The Right Location.

He Fell In Love With Manhattan's Skyline, Like A First-time Brothel Guest Falling For A Seasoned Professional. He Mused Over Her Reflections In The Black East River At Dusk, Dawn, Or Darkest Night, And Each Haloed Light-in A Tower Or Strung Along The Jeweled And Sprawling Spider Legs Of The Brooklyn Bridge's Spans-hinted At Some Meaning, Which Could Be Understood Only When Made Audible By Music And Encoded In Lyrics.

But Music Is, At The Very Minimum, Inflammatory, Exclusionary, Divisive, Encouraging Of Snobbery And Solipsism.

The Truth Is, Anyone Who Puts So Much Of Herself And Her Life Into Art As You Do Must Naturally Fear Any Failure In That Art As A Potential Threat To Your Life. And So You Protect Your Art More Than You Protect Your Health Or The Common Forms Of Happiness The Rest Of Us Have. And You Probably Have This In Common With Every Artist You Admire.