Jun
15th
// Mon
15th
I wonder if doctors will ever start to prescribe ambition, goals, creativity - paintbrushes, pens, blank journals, lumps of soft clay, anything - before resorting to the pills, pills for the disease, the pain of growing up full of such vibrant dreams, only to watch them fade away, eventually replaced with dull beige and grays.
— Eric Victorino (from Coma Therapy, chapter 13)