It's a dog eat dog world out there. The apocalyptic landscape, like an artist staring at a blank canvas: what the fuck am I doing, why am I here?
The word inspiration comes from the Latin 'inspirare', 'to breathe into'. Next time you're lost for thoughts ask someone to breath into your face. You may get an idea. Or you may still be asking yourself what the fuck am I doing?
I can't really answer this question. But I do like what the buffalo said in a song: "do what you do." Yes, the buffalo are wise.
