When things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician — make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by a mutated boa constrictor — make good art. IRS on your trail — make good art. Cat exploded — make good art. Someone on the Internet thinks what you’re doing is stupid or evil or it’s all been done before — make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, eventually time will take the sting away, and that doesn’t even matter. Do what only you can do best: Make good art.
“But perhaps, after so much talk and fighting, unspoken words do create a silence in whose gentleness the survivors of good and bad can sleep easy.”—Miljenko Jergovic, from “The Saxophonist” in Sarajevo Marlboro, translated by Stela Tomaševic (via the-final-sentence)
It’s not sadness. I am not sad that you are gone. I am scared. In the instant your absence was real, I couldn’t escape myself. I am filled with a fear that I can not be who I want to be. I am filled with the shame of responsibility. I’m the fool on guard to the nothing that takes me over. You won’t be there for me. You won’t save me. I can’t fight off the cruelty of this truth. I’m so scared.