Art
Art could be so many things.
Art could be traveling the world and collecting your impressions.
Art could be your personal story.
Art could be writing ridiculous sentences like:
“To sit and watch the leaves flatter and feel the first careful raindrop touch your skin.”
And although all of this is true, art is not this but the inner truth covering the void of being human. Of ridiculous lack of stylishness and Raffinesse.
As in the little difference between going back to f minor from the dominant, or taking the risky leap into new light. Shimmering in Db Major.