What happens when the real world feels too real? What happens when we feel too deeply into the mundanity? What happens when we forget to escape? Better yet, what happens when we do?
Is intoxication freedom? Is an open perspective any easier than a closed one? Is a life spent seeking novelty any less valuable than one spent embedded in routine?
Are your problems better left in your closet, or out in the world? Does your art matter even if no one listens?
How important are your values if they can be deceived in a single instant? Are your beliefs any more right if they’re true? If you didn’t see in color how would you see?
Can words be true if they never see the light of day? If I find myself in another’s arms, what happens when they’re yours? If we don’t live together can we still love together?
If I write you a letter and burn it, do you know what the words would have said? If I bend instead of break does that make me any better? If I’m honest to a fault is that a fault worth living for?
If I expect you to expect me to be myself, what happens when those expectations aren’t met? If I mean something different than what I say is the meaning still lost?
What happens when our answers only ever lead to more questions?