Everyday brings impressions.
Everything we intake must be digested.
Every bite and every swallow, every perceived picture, every heard sound, every understood word, every recalled memory, everything is bound to bring repercussions.
Intention is at the beginning, intention belongs in the end.
To the animal aspiring to become noble, inspiration is everywhere —- in the kitchen, at the piano, on sketchbooks. But nothing seems as intentional, as writing with ink on paper.

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