Artsy stuff is best stuff.

Beyond. Meta. The game of game playing. The thinking in a larger circle than you need to, and benefiting from it. Doing more than is needed, and doing a damn good job of it. I miss it. I’d like to do something well. I have fun dicking around, but I crave that art. Art’s where it’s at. The precious few moments when you look at something and try to feel what the artist felt, without the crude battering of conversation. I’m not fond of talking. The broad strokes of conversation can convey an awful lot, but it’s an art of distraction. I’ve little interest in distraction. Give me that raw feeling. Blood on the canvas. Blood on guitar strings. Show me your soul.

tl;dr Blood on the snow.