something big

Tonight I walked down to my favorite spot by the river, and contemplated its sludgy surface. Something about a river makes me feel deliciously small, at times when my decisions seem disproportionately huge. The tree, next to the river, that stretches up into the stars, it too makes me realize when little importance I have, and all this makes me want to write music, make art all the more. Funny how people think artists are self-indulgent sorts, when really we crave this sense of insignificance, this lack of meaning which is so profound.