If you can't put a smile on one's face.
Don't dare making one upset.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Rereading the entries in the old Ixarism makes me wonder, where did I get such inspiration to write without stop.
Look at the poems. The essays. The photos. How did I become so motivated to update everything there.
Probably there was no Twitter. Or Instagram. Or Facebook.
Or probably it was easier to write in despair. Or in confusion.