Regurgitation onto a digital canvas is not what we want. Shakespeare is only re-written, yet the Romeo always dies. Give me a lifting story, a moment of peace, and show me that there is yet good in the world. When the last curtain has fallen, and the lights come back on, good must overcome evil, truth must be restored and shown, and in the silence of the unknown applause, the introspective soul will be found. Entertain me, not with modern rhetoric, but poetic prose, power. I need to see what you see inside the abyss. Every man will crawl to that dark hole and stare into its void, yet we leave a changed or consumed individual. Show me your changed scarred heart, show me your soul…
Amuse me for a moment…
Amuse me for a moment…
