Even if you be naked by the edge of the roof and masturbate twice a day, 

even if you become a raging alcoholic at night and wait for the moon to fall on this crystal silence, 

even if you snooze through the day with spineless companies…

You will still have the choice of being a afraid reptile for the unknown or a pianist of passed memories, in your last day. 

Celebrate that freedom of choice…

Too basic to make it a whining vapour, 

celebrate that. 

The little bit of business that art makes is still from that lack of celebrations of yours…

You do that, you won’t need art to rest upon.

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Photograph: Paul Caponigro.