It is the thought process behind the writing which is priceless. The aesthetic moulds the thought, as a scaffold waiting to be seeded. But, where is the perfection, the full bloom. Is perfect, brilliant? Do we have to cage art in the metrics of neoliberal KPI’s?

The outcome is often the thought, fully expressed, in response to the probe, the world around us. Let work be art. Be creative, push envelopes. Be beyond click bait work. There is a difference between an artiste and a hustler. May be, be both. Be comfortable in the skin? Does running around help?