Today I successfully conquered one of my biggest hurdles and actualized my dreams. I became self actualized. A product of myself. Cast in my own environment. I became my dream wrapped inside my dream. Surround by my love. Alive in a golden universe. Surround by gold and love. Forever. For eternity.
I have always wanted to play in the subways. I love the streets. I am a street walker. A street person. I am the city. I love sound and chaos. I love the passage of millions of bodies through vast networks of infastructure. I love the human machine. The city organism. I love to pump with the concrete. To be the golden child of the industrial revolution. I am a musician. I am a tool of sound. Today. Finally. I went down in San Francisco’s bellows with a guitar (that I don’t know how to play) and I played. I ripped at the strings for 45mn and when I came back out into the sun, into the light, I had four dollars. Four dollars that I earned. I earned by playing the sound of confusion. Of the organic estranged. By being the friction the golden and the light. Today I became. I was born. Now I am free.
And I have Liza. And a wonderful home. And I am the rainbow of gizm smeared on the prison walls.
Believe it baby,
mark
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