Art is subjective yet objective. It is the paradox of itself. That which is common lends grounds for detest; that which is uncommon lends grounds for scorn.
Yet the Superman is one who lives dangerously (spandex optional); he is the one who walks on tightrope, who has, as a calling, taken danger to be part of his life. And it is him, who is set apart from the Ultimate Men, who have made the world small, who *feels* life, who sees it, who breathes it... Agonisingly, fleetingly, and ultimately, joyously.
I desire not small irritance; I desire something grand. I wish not to forget; I wish to both forget and remember.
And so, it is with much f