The point is,

I gave up a couple of months ago.

Not on my dreams but on documenting my seemingly endless failures to produce anything of significant. I have nothing to write about, so I felt, I was longer feeling inspired or even moved by displays of beauty. What's the point? No one's reading, no one's listening, no one cares. So it doesn't matter.

Throughout my life I've abandoned countless ideas, wishes, projects, fantasies, goals, dreams and even some fiery-yearning type desires. What's the point? No one's reading, no one's listening, no one cares. So it doesn't matter.

Not AnaCheza. This vision remains relentless, simply refusing to be extinguished. 

So here's another approach: 

I care. I burn. I desire. I want. I need. I will.
No shame, no disguises, no pretences, no excuses, and certainly no fuckin' apologies.

Let's do this bitches.